Natty Knocks (2023) Movie Script
1
(slow dramatic music)
(wind blowing)
(thunder rumbling)
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(lightning cracking)
(eerie music)
(thunder rumbling)
(eerie music)
(Natty grunting)
- Move your ass, whore.
Oh my God, almost, almost.
- Choke me.
- What?
- I said choke me!
- All right, you whore.
I'll choke you.
(both grunting)
- [Speaker] We want
the Natty Nocks!
- Leave us alone!
(person banging on door)
God damn it, wait your turn!
We want the witch!
Throw her out or
we'll tell your wife.
- Fuck!
Fuck!
(person banging on door)
(Natty groaning)
- We want the book.
- Go to hell!
Hypocrites!
- Take her to the yard!
Let's show her what
we do with whores.
(Natty screaming)
Get her!
(Natty screaming)
- Stop it, stop it!
Leave her alone!
- No, no!
No!
- Put her in the shed.
She'll talk.
Or she'll burn.
- [Town People] Burn the witch!
Burn the witch!
Burn the witch!
- Wouldn't you like to know
all their dirty little
secrets, you bitches!
(hand smacking)
- [Person] Put her in the shed!
- No!
(Natty groaning)
No!
(Natty screaming)
(doors creaking shut)
(gasoline splashing)
Last chance.
(fire crackling)
The book.
(gasoline splashing)
Or your life.
- I'll wait for you
in hell, darling.
(frame crackling)
- [Person] Die, Natty Nocks!
- We can all burn together.
(Natty banging)
- [Town People] Burn the witch!
- I'll come for
every one of you!
For your husbands!
For your children!
Damn you all to hell!
Damn you!
(flames crackling)
(Natty screaming)
(upbeat music)
(upbeat music continues)
(upbeat music continues)
- [Diane] Britt!
- Sorry, sorry, running late.
Car wouldn't start, again.
- It's okay.
Let's just try and
contain the damage.
- Britt, Britt!
- What, what?
- Natty Knocks nine times.
- Very scary.
- You really think so?
- Hmm, speaking of scary.
- Good morning, Misses H.
Looking lovely as usual.
- Good morning, Robby.
- Britt.
I'm here.
What are your other two wishes?
- Don't make me say it.
- Boys are gross.
- Yes, they are.
I'm busy.
Wyatt's outside
doing Wyatt things.
- What makes you think
I'm here for Wyatt?
- Uh, wishful thinking?
(Britt exhales)
(door clicks shut)
Hi.
- Hey.
- Hey, Wyatt.
I'm gonna be late again tonight.
- [Wyatt] You're
late every night.
- I'm trying to sell the
Masterson House, okay.
And I'm close.
I know that it's
hard, but I am trying.
- It's fine.
- Hey, hey, hey.
When I close,
we will celebrate and I
will find more time for us.
- [Britt] Hungry,
what do you want?
- I'm not hungry.
- Britt likes my mask.
I wanna show it to dad.
- Don't be dumb.
Dad got married again.
He doesn't care about us.
- I'm not dumb.
- You don't know anything.
- Hey!
(door clicking shut)
I'm sure your dad
will love your mask.
(phone ringing)
- Babe, you've got to meet me
in the parking lot
before class, all right?
I've got something to show you.
Something really cool.
- [Wyatt] Robby,
what are you doing?
- Texting Britt a horny
message from your phone.
- Dude, give me the phone back.
- No.
- Give it to me.
- No.
- Give me the phone, bro.
- No!
- Robby, give me
the fucking phone!
Hey, give me the-
- Oh shit.
- You asshole!
Fuck.
- Good news.
Britt didn't get
that text message.
Bad news, your phone is
totally out of service.
- Shit, my bill is overdue.
- Who cares?
- Dude, that's why you
don't have a phone.
They're gonna turn
mine off on Friday
unless I come up with 50 bucks.
- Just get the
money from your mom.
- My dad bought me the phone.
Paying for it is up to me.
Where the fuck am I
gonna get 50 bucks?
- [Robby] I know how
we can score some cash.
- How?
- We're gonna have to ditch.
- You guys are gonna ditch?
- You didn't hear that.
- I'm out, you guys need a ride?
- Yeah, I call shotgun!
- Not you, loser.
Jolie, hop in.
- No, I'm gonna ride with Wyatt.
- I think you should
go with Britt.
- No, I wanna ride with you.
- Okay, but don't screw
around after school.
I've got a trig test on Friday
and I'm not cooking
dinner later than six.
- Are you guys
really gonna ditch?
- You better not say
shit, little turd.
- I go with or I'm telling mom.
- She will too.
- All right, listen, me and
your brother got some plans.
If you wanna tag along, you
have to keep your mouth shut.
- Zipped.
- And you gotta put in a
good word ofr me with Britt.
- She doesn't like you.
- Like that matters.
- God.
(car honking in distance)
- I rode the back way
past the Baldwin place
and they're fixing it up for
the Halloween house again.
And there's like a
shit ton of copper wire
just lying around.
- That's crazy.
- Yeah, my mom's psycho
boyfriend knows a guy
who could probably buy
it, no questions asked.
I bet I could get a
hundred bucks for it, easy.
50 bucks for me, 50 for you.
- Damn, so that
was your big plan?
- How else are you
gonna get the money?
- Fuck if I know.
- Wyatt, do not lose your phone.
What if dad calls?
And mom said not to
curse in front of me!
- That's great.
Let's get caught
stealing copper wire.
She'll love hearing that.
- Dude, that shit has
been sitting around
for weeks already.
It's literally gonna
take five minutes
to reach over the
fence and grab it.
Look, I'm gonna do
it no matter what.
You're just coming
along for the ride.
- I'll be the lookout.
- Oh, that's great.
Oh, my baby sister is gonna
be the fucking lookout.
- I am not a baby!
I'm gonna tell mom!
Until we're at the beach,
all sand, no pavement
And I don't care
'Cause you were there
- (indistinct),
what do you think?
It's great.
- That's great, Ricardo,
but don't you think you're a
little old for Natty Knocks?
- We were told to
have some fun, what?
- Yeah, we're gonna
burn the bitch.
She sleeps with the
worms under the ground.
- Who's that outside?
Don't make a sound!
- Natty Knocks
nine times, I know.
- [Teens] Natty
Knocks nine times!
Don't answer your door
and close all your blinds.
Hide under your bed or
she'll take off your head!
- What, are you all
like seven years old?
- I mean, we're all good here.
Okay, just meet me
here after school.
- I can't, I have to
get the kids ready.
- Right, the kids.
- Yeah, the kids.
They're going through
a lot right now.
- So when can we expect
you back on planet Earth?
(school bell ringing)
(gentle music)
- Okay, go, go, go.
(gentle music)
- Look at it.
That's 50 bucks
sitting right there.
(footsteps thudding)
- I thought you said
there was nobody here.
- There was nobody here
when I came by this morning.
- We should get the
fuck out of here.
- You're not supposed to swear.
- Cover your ears then.
All right, when he turns
around, I'm gonna go sneak.
- Not without him hearing you.
- Okay, I have an idea.
All right, Jolie and I are
gonna sneak around in the front
and we're gonna
knock on the door.
When the guy checks
to go see who it is,
that's when you go and
sneak and grab the wire.
- That could work, right Wyatt?
Just like ding dong ditch.
- Do you wanna keep
your phone or not?
(low suspenseful music)
(saw whirring)
I need you to be my wing man.
- Sure!
What's a wing man?
- Just go up to the window
and tell me what you see.
- Okay, okay, okay.
Okay.
(low suspenseful music)
(doorbell rings)
(saw whirring)
(doorbell ringing)
(Robby banging on door)
(doorbell ringing)
(footsteps thudding)
Uh, I see someone!
- Go, go!
Jolie!
(low suspenseful music)
- It's too early in the
morning for this shit.
(low suspenseful music)
(footsteps thudding)
(gate creaking)
(footsteps thudding)
(dog barking)
(siren wailing in distance)
(Wyatt grunting)
- [Wyatt] What the hell?
- Dude, keep it down.
- Where the hell were you?
- Your sister ran in
the wrong direction.
- Did not.
- Did you get the wire?
- Yeah, I got the stupid wire.
- Then what's the problem?
We got away.
Jolie's fine and we
had a little fun.
- Fun?
You should have known
that guy was there.
- Dude, you should have
seen the look on your face.
- Such a little bitch.
- Hey man, lighten
up a little bit.
We did it, we're golden.
You got the copper wire and
you can get your phone back.
Hey Jolie, you wanna
do something funny?
- Yeah.
- No, she doesn't.
- Yeah, I do actually.
- Let's do one more.
Let's Natty Knocks someone.
- Really?
- Hell yeah!
Can you do it?
- Yeah.
- I think you could do it.
Let's do...
That one.
- [Wyatt] No, absolutely not!
- Then you do it, chicken shit.
- You're the chicken shit.
Besides, it's a dumb ass idea.
Nobody even lives
there probably.
- If nobody lives
there, then do it.
Yeah, bet you 25
bucks right now.
- 25 bucks?
- Yeah, 25 bucks,
but you won't do it.
You're too scared.
- I'm not scared.
It's just stupid.
- Ah, dude.
- Natty Knocks nine
times, come on.
Go.
- Hold this.
If I get caught, I'm
kicking your ass!
- You got it
(low suspenseful music)
(low suspenseful
music continues)
Stay here.
(low suspenseful music)
(gate creaking)
(low suspenseful music)
Dude, knock nine times.
(Wyatt knocking on door)
- Okay.
- [Robby] Nine times, one more.
(Wyatt knocks on door)
- I think that was nine.
(footsteps thudding)
Nothing happened, all right?
(body thudding)
- Holy, shit.
- Dude, hide!
(shrubbery rustling)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(door thudding shut)
(suspenseful music)
Dude, where are you going?
- Stay there.
- You're fucking crazy.
- Shut up, dude!
(person whimpering)
(body thudding)
(suspenseful music)
Fuck, we gotta get out!
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(body thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(train horn blaring)
What are we gonna do?
- Dude, I don't know.
- We have to tell someone.
- Are you fucking crazy, dude?
They're gonna know
that we ditched
and that we stole
the copper wire.
- Robby, we saw her
getting abused by him.
We have to tell someone.
We should call the cops.
- Dude, you are mental.
No, they're gonna know about us!
- We'll call from a fucking
payphone, dumb shit.
What do you think of that?
- What's a payphone?
(phone ringing)
- [Operator] 9-1-1,
what's your emergency?
- I would like to
report a fight.
- A murder, it was a murder!
- [Operator] Can
you repeat that?
- Yes.
A murder on, yeah,
715 Atkinson Street.
- [Operator] What is
your name, please?
- I can't tell you my name.
- [Operator] How do you
know this was a murder?
- We saw it through the window!
He was beating the
shit out of her!
- [Operator] Confirming
715 Atkinson Street.
- Yes.
Yes, 715 Atkinson Street.
- [Operator] We'll send a
unit over to check it out.
- Okay.
Thank you.
The cops are on their way.
- Why, are they
gonna get that guy?
What's going on?
- They're gonna bust his ass.
Let's go back.
- Are you out of
your mind, dude?
No, I'm taking Jolie home
and we're gonna forget
that we were even there
and we're not gonna tell
anyone that that ever happened.
And so should you, dude.
Get your bike, Jolie.
- Fine.
Whatever, I don't care anyways.
I know exactly where
you are right now
I'm in an Uber and you're 30
minutes south down Boynton
- I don't know
where else to look.
I should have made
Jolie come with me.
- Okay, so now what?
- I literally have no
idea where they could be.
- Probably just out like
stealing beers or reading porn.
- Yeah, Robby, maybe.
But Wyatt, no way,
not with Jolie around.
- I don't get why
it's such a big deal.
You guys aren't even related.
- It's important to me.
- [Rick] You're
just the babysitter.
- They're important to me.
- At least someone is.
- What does that mean?
(phone ringing)
Wyatt?
No, sorry.
We still haven't found them.
Really?
Grace who?
Rick, do you know
a Grace Kinsley?
- New girl from Florida.
I walk by her in
the halls sometimes.
- She went missing last night.
No, sorry.
We haven't seen her.
Yeah, I'll find them.
Okay.
Yeah, bye.
Oh, geez.
Maybe I do need a break
from these people.
- Thank you.
Jesus.
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
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(knife ripping hair)
(truck rumbling)
(door thudding shut)
- Where were you guys?
I have been looking
for you everywhere!
- Little shit.
- Shut up a minute.
I want to hear this.
- You can't keep
flaking on them.
Okay, they need you too.
- I'm starting over!
- [Diane] Jolie asks
for you all the time!
They both (indistinct).
- [Hank] Lisa says that
you do this on purpose!
- Bye.
Bye!
Bye, run!
That's the only thing that
you're fucking good at!
- Babe, why don't you go?
I got this.
- Want me to come by later?
- Yeah.
- You freak her out
like that again,
fist meets face, alright?
- How long have they
been going at it?
- Since we got here.
Like 20 minutes.
- Where were you guys?
Wyatt, you're supposed
to answer your phone.
If you ditched school,
I'm telling your dad.
- His phone's been canceled.
- Canceled?
- It's a long story.
- Hey, I've gotta go close
up this showing, Britt.
Do you mind making
the kids some dinner?
- Yeah, whatever
they're hungry for.
- Okay, cool.
Hey, I'm really sorry
that you had to hear that.
- It's okay.
Let me take this.
Yeah, it's okay.
- We'll do something
fun after dinner.
- I just wanna to go to bed.
- [Reporter] Let's take
a live look downtown
where locals have been
putting up missing posters
as concern for a missing
Fillmore teen is growing.
Here's Katie Hale
with an update.
- If you have any information
regarding the whereabouts
of Grace Kinsley,
please contact the
Fillmore Police Department.
We have an anguished family
that needs your help.
I'm Katie Hale, Channel
Three Eyewitness News.
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(reels rattling)
(eerie music)
(upbeat music)
- Get off of me!
Let me go!
(intense music)
(Natty screaming)
(intense music)
Let me go!
(intense music)
(Natty screaming)
(intense music)
(knife slashing)
(knife slashing continues)
- Mommy!
Where's mommy?
- She's not home yet.
You're okay.
- I saw her.
- No, it was just a bad dream.
- Why does daddy hate us?
- He doesn't, he
doesn't hate us.
We just remind him
of bad feelings
and he wants to be happy now.
- Are we bad?
- No, you're the least bad
person in this whole world.
- I don't ever wanna
steal again. Wyatt.
- Yeah, me neither.
I'm sorry about all that.
It was Robby's stupid idea and
it shouldn't have happened.
Let's just forget about it.
(person knocking on door)
- How many was that?
Wyatt, don't answer it.
(low suspenseful music)
Wyatt, no.
No, Wyatt, no, please.
Stop.
(figure knocking on door)
- Who is at the door?
- I don't know.
- What?
(suspenseful music)
Hi officer, can I help you?
- Yes, ma'am.
Responding to a domestic
disturbance call, this address.
- Oh.
Excuse me.
There's no disturbance.
- Your neighbors said things
were getting out of hand.
- My husband and I are
going through a divorce,
so you know.
- I'm gonna give
you a warning, okay?
Next time, just try
to keep your cool.
- Yeah, I will.
Thank you.
I appreciate your
time, thank you.
Have a good night.
(eerie music)
- Is everything okay, mom?
- Yeah, nothing for you
guys to worry about.
Come on, let's go to bed.
(intense music)
(intense music continues)
(intense music continues)
- Kill them for me.
Kill them all.
(eerie music)
(flames crackling)
Here for the weekend, so we
make the best use of our time
Lay in bed all day
- Slow down.
Take control of your hands.
- [Rick] What's wrong?
- Try Grandma in the rear view.
- You want me to go
put a coat over her?
- No, I want you to
zip up your pants.
- Come on, Britt.
- Not a great times, stud.
- We've been together for
almost like three months now.
- Alert the media.
- You know how I feel
about you, about us.
I'm crazy about
you, you're my girl.
(indistinct) and go
dance into the light
- What if we get all involved
and then I have to
leave for school?
- We'll figure it out.
I wish that you could stay
I wish that you could stay
- What's this?
- Oh, him?
He's your biggest
fan, (indistinct).
(Britt laughing)
(lips smooching)
(suspenseful music)
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(suspenseful music continues)
(door thudding shut)
You're gonna make the
party Friday, right?
Maybe we can try again.
- Yeah, maybe without the witch.
- Well, how about I
pick you up at eight
and we'll head over to Debby's
and light the hag up, yeah?
- Whatever you say, Romeo.
(low eerie music)
(cat meows)
(eerie music)
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(eerie music continues)
(keys jingling)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(keys jingling)
(door thudding shut)
(eerie music)
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(dog barking)
(muffled music playing)
- Mom?
Mom?
- Good morning, kiddo.
- Oh, good morning.
- I'm so hungry.
- Well, it's almost ready,
just the way you like it.
- You know how I like it.
- Can you guys not, please?
- Okay, go get yourself
some coffee, cowboy.
And you better be doing
good in school, okay?
- Hey, I need to talk
to you about something.
- I don't do heart to hearts.
- Got something you
might be interested in.
- Shoot, champ.
- You know anybody that's
willing to buy some copper wire?
- How'd you get your
hands on copper wire?
- What do you care?
- I know a couple of
guys who might want it.
- It's outside.
- Five minutes.
- Come on.
- Anybody gonna look for this?
- No.
- Better not.
- So how much?
- I'll give you 20.
- What?
This is 100 bucks easy.
- It's hot and somebody's
gonna ask where it came from.
- All right, you could
do better than 20.
- I'll give you 25.
You don't want the deal, right?
- All right, I'll take it.
The money.
- Seriously?
- Yeah, dude, I ain't playing.
(cash rustling)
Have fun.
- Now beat it.
Hey, we never spoke
about this shit, right?
- Yeah, whatever.
(ominous music)
(bicycle whirring)
(flyer rustling)
- You know her?
- No.
Who is she?
- Missing girl.
Big reward.
(ominous music)
(school bell ringing)
- [Intercom] Attention
10th graders,
don't forget to get
started on your-
- Dude, I need to talk to you!
- You ditched again.
They're gonna hold you back.
- Shut up and listen to me!
- No, I don't want to
have to cover for you
every time you bail-
- I found this.
Read it.
It's all over town.
I think that's the girl.
- No, you don't know that.
- You know any other girls
that have been missing
since yesterday?
- Shit.
- Yeah, the cops didn't do shit.
- What?
- I drove by the house.
There's no cop cars,
no yellow tape.
Nothing, they did nothing!
- But we fucking
told 'em the truth!
- You think that matters?
We're a couple of kids and
it's almost Natty Knocks night.
Truth don't mean shit.
That guy killed that girl and
we're the only ones who know.
- We gotta find
something on this guy.
- We need that money.
- But we gotta
figure out who he is.
- How the fuck are we
supposed to do that?
- I got an idea.
Mom's in a showing.
I don't know how
much time we have.
- What are we doing?
- She has real estate software.
I wanna know who
lives at that house.
What's the address?
- Atkinson Street.
715 Atkinson Street.
- That's weird.
- [Robby] What?
- It's a foreclosure.
The owner's not listed.
- So?
- Well, psycho is not
supposed to be there.
Nobody's supposed to be there.
- So what now?
- Well, I'll go to
mom's office in town
and search for records.
Maybe find the
last owner's name.
They keep the records
in file cabinets.
It's old school.
- I got an idea too.
I'll catch you later.
- Hey, what?
(door thudding shut)
(ominous music)
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(intense music)
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(Natty screaming)
(intense music)
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(Natty breathing heavily)
- Choke me.
Say it!
So choke me.
Say it!
- Choke me.
Choke me.
(knife slashing)
(Natty screaming)
(dramatic music)
(eerie music)
(glass shattering)
(sirens wailing in distance)
(paper rustling)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
- Hey, Wyatt.
You think if we can convince
this guy to turn himself in,
we could still get the money?
- Dude, did you not
hear what I just said?
- Yeah, your dad's a dick.
They all are, I've had four.
But this girl is face
down in a river somewhere.
This guy's gonna run away
and then they're
never gonna catch him.
- Shut the fuck
up with this shit!
- Oh, shit.
I got it, I got it.
- At least he doesn't
know who we are.
(low ominous music)
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(bicycle whirring)
(Wyatt knocking on door)
- Hey, Lori.
- Hey, Wyatt.
Your mom's not here.
- Yeah, I just need to get
something from her desk.
- Go ahead, go on back.
- Thanks.
(drawer clicking)
(folders rustling)
- Wyatt?
They said you were back here.
Picking up some papers
for your mom, hmm?
- Yeah, hey, Mr. Meredith.
- What you got there?
- Just something my mom needs.
- Oh.
This old place, huh?
Time was, not a day
went by when someone
wasn't stopping by the
office to ask me about it.
- Yeah, I just have to research
that for a book report.
- Why didn't you just
ask your mom about it?
- She's been a little...
- Right, out of sorts.
I was sorry to hear about
the trouble at home.
Come on.
I might have some
answers for you.
This house, it's been a god
damn tough sell for 50 years.
Never had much luck
with it myself.
But your mom nearly did once,
until the buyers found out.
- Found out what?
- To understand that,
you'd have to understand
who lived there.
- Who lived there?
- Miss Natty Nocks.
- Natty Nocks?
Like Natty Knocks nine times?
I thought that was just
an old ghost story.
- Why, where do you think
those stories come from?
There's always a
little truth to 'em.
Nocks family around here, hell,
go all the way
back to the 1800s.
Hard scrabble German folk.
And Natty Nocks, now,
she was the only child
of a God fearing
German farm couple.
One day, they
discovered her upstairs
in the family home
in bed with a boy
and those good Christian
church going parents of hers,
they tossed her
out on the street.
- That's harsh.
- Anyway, she took off for LA,
hopes of becoming a movie star.
And the funny thing is...
The funny thin is,
Wyatt, she almost was.
You see, Natty Nocks,
she starred in those
drive-in movies,
B pictures, double
bill horror flicks,
one right after the
other back in the 60s.
Yeah, she was pretty.
Not much of an actress.
And when her looks gave out,
well, the movies stopped.
She wound up back here
with a young child.
The old Nocks place had been
abandoned by her family.
They just kind of moved in.
No one around this town had
anything to do with her,
or the boy.
And desperate to make
ends meet, Natty...
Well, Natty became
a, how do I put this?
A good time for the men in town
who wanted to live
out their fantasies
of being with a movie star.
Of course, the wives in town
did not appreciate Ms. Natty's
local one woman brothel
or the little black
book that she kept
all their husband's names in.
Because of the kind of parts
she played down in Hollywood,
the women had somehow
convinced themselves
that she was some kind of
a hippie witch and a whore.
They tried to run
her out of town.
Oh, Natty was
having none of that.
No, sir.
She refused and just
kept her business busy,
busy, busy, busy,
busy writing down the names
of all those husbands.
And when she wouldn't tell 'em
where she hid her
little black book,
they lit a tool shed
behind her house on fire,
Natty locked inside.
A coroner called it
death by misadventure.
An accident, could have
happened to anybody.
Shouldn't store gasoline
in a toolshed, they said.
Blah, blah, blah.
But people know better.
I knew better.
A town knows its secrets, Wyatt.
A town knows how to hide 'em.
- What happened to the boy?
- Nate?
Nate was institutionalized.
They fried his brain
with shock therapy
to keep him quiet about
what he might know,
what he might have seen.
- Shock therapy?
- He died up in Butler
psych ward around 2008.
- Is he really dead?
- See for yourself, Wyatt.
They got him buried in a
cheap box up in Oak Hill.
(eerie music)
(bicycle whirring)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(footsteps thudding)
(low eerie music)
(low eerie music continues)
(low eerie music continues)
(low eerie music continues)
(low eerie music continues)
(low eerie music continues)
(low eerie music continues)
(low eerie music continues)
(tense music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(spirit screaming)
(suspenseful music)
- Who's there?
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(body thudding)
(bottle clinking)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(sirens wailing)
- Are you speeding.
- In this?
- What's going on?
- It's cops.
- Is this about the copper?
- Shut up
(footsteps thudding)
- Is something wrong, officer?
- Taillights busted and
your tags are expired.
License and
registration, please.
- Come on, really?
- Officer, this is
my fault, really.
- I got a flat tire on my
bike and I needed a ride home.
- And where are you
going this time of night?
- I was at my mom's
office in town.
I was picking something up for
her and it got late and dark
and I needed a ride.
We've been having a
real hard time at home
and Britt's been helping us out.
- You Diane Hemming's boy?
- Yeah.
- I was up at your
house not long ago.
- Yeah, sorry about that.
- Look, I don't wanna see
this rig back on the road
until the tags are clean
and the lights are working.
You understand?
- Yeah.
Thank you, officer.
- Now y'all go straight home.
And you, young lady,
it's past your bedtime.
(footsteps thudding)
(Jolie crying)
- Are you okay, Jolie?
- No, I'm not okay!
Wyatt's phone got turned
off and we needed money,
so we ditched.
Then we stole copper wire
from the Baldwin house.
Then they saw a man
beating up a girl.
She might be dead but
nobody can find her
because the cops
didn't do anything!
Dad's never coming home again.
- What?
Wyatt, what is
she talking about?
Is any of this true?
- All of it.
All of it's true.
(Jolie crying)
- We are going home right now.
(engine rumbling)
(footsteps thudding)
(eerie music)
(keys jingling)
(eerie music)
(door clicking shut)
(low eerie music)
(low eerie music continues)
(low eerie music continues)
- I'm sorry.
(low eerie music)
(low eerie music continues)
(low eerie music continues)
(staircase creaking)
(door creaking open)
(eerie music)
Who are you?
You can't be here.
- I belong here.
- Nobody belongs here,
not in her house.
Not in her house!
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Who are you?
Do I know you?
- You know who I am.
- No, you can't be Nate.
No, no, no.
You stay back, now.
You stay back.
You stay back, now!
(Mr. Meredith grunting)
(Nate screaming)
(Mr. Meredith thudding)
(tense music)
- You didn't try to help her.
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
- Why are you hassling me?
I don't know shit
about no stolen copper.
- I got a report of a black
Toyota seen in the area.
You know who drives
a black Toyota?
You, tough guy.
- Me and a million
fucking other people.
Get out of here with that crap.
- I've got a witness who
says they saw a black Toyota
near the high school.
You wanna talk about that?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on.
Don't you lay that girl on me.
I got a cleanup job
over there, okay?
Do your fucking job
and check it out.
- You better believe I will.
- Am I done here?
- Yeah.
You'll be back.
(bell ringing)
- Hey Ken, I need you to
run a set of prints for me.
- I can't run
unauthorized prints.
You know that.
- Look, it's the last time.
Okay?
Oh, third base line,
lower level, row 12.
Dodgers, Giants.
- Fine.
I can maybe have
these by tonight.
- I need it sooner.
- They catalog every search.
I have to be careful.
- All right.
You have my cell phone.
Whoa.
- Hi, can you help me?
The front desk said that I
was supposed to go back here,
but I don't think I'm
in the right place.
- The right place for what?
- I have information
about a murder.
- A murder?
- The missing girl
from the television.
- Come with me, please.
This way.
Don't worry about the lights.
They're fixing the place up.
- Is this the right way?
- Yeah.
- Excuse me.
Are you Britt Chamberland?
- Yeah.
- Detective Squares.
The desk sergeant said you
might have some information.
- Oh, he was taking
me to see you.
- Okay, well, he's
taking you the wrong way.
Why don't she come with me?
I'll buy you a Coke and
you can tell me your story.
This way.
Brains before bears, Abner.
What the hell's
your problem, man?
So the game is
called Natty Knocks.
- That's right.
- I've got kids, but
refresh my memory.
- You run up to somebody's
door and you knock
and you run away
before they answer.
- Nine times.
But my friend didn't run away.
He looked through the window
and he saw this creepy
guy beating up a girl.
He thinks it's the same
girl on the missing posters.
- [Detective Squares]
Well, we got a big problem
with domestic violence.
I mean, is it possible he
saw a husband and wife thing
maybe get out of control?
- [Britt] No.
No, he's sure that the man
was trying to kill her.
- And your friend called 9-1-1?
- Yeah.
- So there's a record of the
call in the dispatch order.
- I suppose.
- And you say this
happened yesterday?
- Yeah.
- So why don't you
think the officers
made an arrest at the scene?
I mean, what it sounds like,
she put a hell of a fight.
There would be broken furniture.
This guy would have
trauma on his face.
And yet this man didn't
leave in handcuffs.
- Yeah, that's why I'm here.
- But not your friend.
- Yeah, well, he's scared,
but he wants to do
the right thing.
Look, if there's a chance
that this girl can be found,
maybe she's still alive.
I don't know.
- The only thing I
got from yesterday
is a call about some
stolen copper wire.
- Well, I'm...
I'm just...
I'm thinking about
the missing girl.
She's in my school.
- Well, listen, we're gonna
look into all of this.
In the meantime,
I just want you to stay
kind of close to home.
Be safe and I'll call
you if anything comes up.
And there's my number, so.
- Hi, Lori.
Is Mr. Meredith in?
- I haven't seen him yet today.
He did leave something
on your desk, though.
- Do you know what it is?
- I think it was something
about the old Nocks House.
- Thanks.
You might wanna talk
to Wyatt about this.
(low ominous music)
What are you up to, kid?
(door thudding shut)
- Guys?
Guys?
- How'd it go?
- I talked to a detective
and I told him everything.
They're gonna be
all over that guy.
- What about the copper wire?
- I covered it up for you.
Don't do anything stupid
like that again, okay?
- Is it over?
- Yeah, everything's
gonna be just fine.
- Did that cop know who we are?
- No, I didn't
tell him your name.
I just said it was a friend.
- Thank you.
- Can you stop being such a
pain in my ass all the time now?
You know, I'm only
trying to help you.
- Yeah, I'm sorry.
- Accepted.
Now, your mom is
working late tonight
and I think we need
to have a little fun.
- I wanna go to the ghost
house and wear my mask
and reach into the guts
and pull out prizes!
- You coming?
- I should tell
Robby that it's over.
- He's the one that got
you into this trouble
in the first place.
You know that, right?
- I owe him.
- No, you don't owe
him a fucking thing!
(heels clicking)
(doorbell ringing)
(eerie music)
(ominous music)
(heels clicking)
- Uh, excuse me.
Can I help you?
- I'm so sorry, you scared me.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to, I
thought you were a prowler.
- Oh.
That time of year, huh?
- Yeah, every kid in town.
- No, I'm Diane with
Hemmings Realty.
I'm sure you've seen our signs.
- Of course.
- Well, we used to
have this listing
and then now the bank has it.
And I think there might
be someone squatting here,
so I wanted to just
go check it out.
- Well, I think I saw
the back door open.
Let's go take a look.
- Oh, okay.
(footsteps thudding)
Looks like somebody
tried to break in.
It was probably kids.
I have two of my own.
Should get rid of
all of this junk.
- That must mean
something to someone.
- Somebody without taste.
- Somebody may be
coming back for these.
- Doubtful.
Everybody thinks this
place is haunted.
- Do you believe in ghosts?
- Me, no.
No, I believe people
are bad enough.
They don't have to invent
things to be afraid of.
- Should we look
in the basement?
- No.
I think I'm good.
I've seen enough.
But thank you for your help.
If you are ever on the
market for a house...
- I know, I know.
A house is not a house
unless it's a Hemmings house.
- Yes.
- Thank you.
- That's right.
Thank you.
(object rattling)
- What is that?
- I don't know.
No idea.
(object rattling)
- What the hell
is going on here?
(spirit screaming)
(Diane gasping and choking)
(Diane gasping and
choking continues)
- Say choke me.
- No.
- Say it!
- No!
- Louder!
- Choke me.
- Louder.
Louder!
- Choke me!
(Diane groaning)
(Natty screaming)
(indistinct talking)
- Do as you're told.
(eerie music)
(bicycle whirring)
- Robby, what the
hell is happening?
- I thought that if
I could get his name,
I could turn it into the
police and get the 5,000 bucks.
And me and my mom can get out
of this shitty town for good.
- What are you talking about?
- There's a reason why the
cops didn't do anything, Wyatt.
- What are you saying?
- He's a cop.
- What?
- Yeah, his name
is Abner Honeywell.
- How do you know that?
- I checked his driver's license
and I saw his fucking
uniform, dude.
- You went back there?
Are you insane?
- I had to!
- Tell me you didn't.
- I threw that through
the fucking window.
But I forgot you're a psycho
and put your initials
on everything!
- What were you thinking?
- I thought that maybe if
he knew we saw what he did,
he would get scared and then
turn himself into the police
and then I could
collect the money.
- Dude, Britt went to
the police station today
and she talked to a cop.
- What?
- Yeah, she told him
everything we saw.
- What did he look like?
What was his name?
- I don't fucking know, Robby.
(tense music)
- Money.
- Yeah, it's a
little late for that.
Dude, we have to find Britt.
- Remember the rules.
- Don't move and
don't touch anything.
- And don't scare
your babysitter.
- Okay.
(soft playful music)
(eerie music)
This is awesome, right Britt?
- If you say so.
(knife slashing)
(actor screaming)
(Jolie and Britt screaming)
- Did you just pee?
- No.
- I think I did.
(actor groaning)
(actor screaming)
- I told you not to
scare your babysitter.
(tense music)
(Jolie and Britt screaming)
(phone buzzing)
(people cackling)
(eerie music)
- Abner, what the fuck
are you doing here?
- I'm working.
- Working.
Where's your duty belt?
- Have you been following me?
- I've been following
her and I'm glad I did.
You know, a pair of uni's
talked to you recently,
but you're good old Abner,
three weeks from retirement.
Everybody loves you.
Well, I never bought it.
I never bought you.
Right, don't pull that
Halloween shit with me.
(Detective Squares grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(hatchet cracking)
(Detective Squares groaning)
(suspenseful music)
- She took Jolie to
the Baldwin house!
(bicycle whirring)
(ominous music)
(hatchet slashing)
- Whoa.
Britt, look how
cool this room is.
(eerie music)
Whoa, that almost looks real.
Britt, look.
Britt?
Britt, look.
(actor laughing creepily)
Britt!
Britt!
(eerie music)
Britt?
Britt?
- Jolie?
Jolie?
Jolie!
- Britt, where are you?
- Wyatt!
- What, what's happening?
- I got lost in
that stupid house
and then I walked through
the wrong door and...
We're never going in
that stupid place again.
What are you doing here?
- He came with me.
- And you should know better!
After everything
that's happened,
Robby, don't you think
you've done enough?
- What was the name of the
cop that you talked to?
- I didn't tell him
about any stolen copper.
- What was the name of the cop?
Was it Honeywell?
- No, it was Detective Squares.
Happy?
We're going.
You too, Wyatt.
Let's go, say goodnight.
Stay here or go wherever,
but you're not coming with us.
- I'm trying to help you.
- Next time, treat
your friends better.
- Fine.
Go, see if I care!
(ominous music)
(crows cawing)
(ominous music continues)
- Did you get in?
- I've had it for two days.
I'm afraid to open it.
- What are you waiting for?
- The minute I open
this, everything changes.
Who I am, where I'm
going, who I'm with.
- Rick's a tool.
You know that, right?
- Yeah, but he's a cute tool.
- Look, I've never told
anyone this before,
but I can't wait
to get out of here.
Maybe if I'm lucky,
I'll nab a baseball
scholarship somewhere.
But that's the only
chance I've got.
This is yours.
Don't blow it.
(paper rustling)
Well?
- Holy shit.
I got in!
(Britt laughing)
- Wow.
(phone dings)
Is that Rick?
- Yeah, he wants to see me.
I think I have to tell him.
- You probably should.
- Is it cool if he comes over?
- I mean, I knew you first.
- Yeah, since you
were like seven.
Hey, we're gonna be up
late, like late, late.
- Oh.
Oh, okay.
I'll be in mom's office
and work with her computer
while you guys talk
and do whatever.
- Thanks, Wyatt.
Hey, you're a cool kid.
You know that, right?
And your slider is
your best pitch.
(phone dialing)
- Babe, we're burning
the witch tonight.
- Hey, I have some good news.
Why don't you come over?
Jolie's asleep and
I wanna see you.
- Just come over here.
- I can't, Mrs. Henderson's
working something out
with her ex and I have to stay.
But it's all good,
just come over.
- Maybe we can have
like a party of our own?
- Maybe.
- I'm on the way.
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(crow cawing)
(person knocking on door)
- Don't answer it.
(person knocking on door)
Don't fucking answer it.
(person knocking on door)
- Alright, keep your pants on.
- Don't answer it!
(door thudding shut)
- You scared me.
- I'm looking for
Robby de La Marco.
- What did he do now?
- I need to ask him
a few questions.
- You have a warrant?
- Do I need one?
- If you want to
get in my house.
- He broke the law.
- Prove it.
(footsteps thudding)
Run, Robby, run!
Run!
(flashlight thudding)
(kicks thudding)
(bones crunching)
You broke my wrist.
- Where is he?
- I'm gonna sue
you for millions.
(Ajay groaning)
Fuck you!
(Ajay groaning)
What kind of
fucking cop are you?
- I'm a bad cop.
Where is he?
- Okay, he hangs out with
this kid Wyatt Hemmings
on Edgewood Road.
(flashlight thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(keyboard clacking)
(ominous music continues)
(keyboard clacking continues)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
(door creaking open)
- You're supposed to be asleep.
- I'm kind of scared.
- It's okay, close your eyes.
I'm right across the hall.
- Britt.
- Yeah?
- Why are there bad people?
Why did God make bad people?
- No one really knows.
That's the truth.
Sometimes it's a traumatic
event that makes them bad
or just bad blood,
like they're born bad.
- But why?
Why does God make mistakes?
- I can't really tell you that.
But I do know that
all that matters
is that your mom loves
you and Wyatt loves you.
And I love you,
and even your dad.
Most people are good.
Can you say that?
- Most people are good.
- Right, now go to sleep.
We'll do something fun tomorrow.
- Britt.
- Yeah?
- I love you.
- I know, I love you too.
Good night.
(soft music)
(soft music continues)
(soft music continues)
(phone dings)
(soft music)
(ominous music)
(keyboard clacking)
(ominous music continues)
(keyboard clacking continues)
(ominous music continues)
(keyboard clacking continues)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
- Oh my God.
Abner Honeywell is Nate Nocks.
- College grad of the future?
Or the Avocado
queen of Fillmore.
(engine rumbling)
I guess we're gonna find out.
(door thudding)
Just don't wake her up.
Wait in the bedroom.
I have something for you.
(low ominous music)
(low ominous music continues)
(low ominous music continues)
It's freezing in here.
Over here, lover boy.
(tense music)
(Britt screaming)
(stun gun zapping)
(Britt thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(door creaking shut)
(footsteps thudding)
(Jolie screaming)
(low eerie music)
(Jolie crying softly)
(tense music)
- Where are they?
Where are they?
- With their dad.
- If you are lying to me...
- I'm not.
He took them.
(Jolie crying softly)
(Wyat shushing)
(suspenseful music)
(Britt gasping)
(Britt thudding)
- Call 9-1-1.
- Don't go down there.
- I have to.
- Don't leave me.
(low eerie music)
(low eerie music continues)
(low eerie music continues)
(trunk clicks shut)
(Britt screaming)
(Britt breathing heavily)
(tense music)
(Britt screaming)
(car whirring)
- What?
- They fucking left.
He's got Britt!
- Let's fucking go!
(tense music)
- He's taking her home!
- What?
- To his mother's house.
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(chilling music)
(bicycle whirring)
- You ready to do this?
- Yeah, he'll kill her.
- Hey, let's just hope you
swing better than you can throw.
- Let's get this shit, bro.
I'll get the front and
you go in the back, okay?
- Good luck, man.
(door creaking open)
- Knock, knock!
I know who you are.
You're Nate Nocks.
Do you hear me, motherfucker?
Nate Nocks.
- [Robby] What the
fuck are you doing?
- I came to help you.
- [Robby] Jesus, dude,
I thought you were dead.
- It'll take a lot
more than that.
- [Robby] Hey, thanks for
saving my ass back there.
- Can't have your mom leave me.
- Dude, you're a
real piece of work.
Hey, let's go get
this piece of shit.
- I'll fucking kill him.
(Wyatt exclaiming)
- Dude, calm down.
- What the fuck?
- He's with me.
- What the hell did you
guys do to piss of this man?
- He's a psycho cop and no
one's gonna stop him but us.
- So what's the plan?
- I'll go upstairs and you
guys go up back to the shed.
If you see him or Britt, scream.
- Don't worry, it
won't be a problem.
- Let's go.
(staircase creaking)
- They locked you in a nuthouse!
And then you started that fire
and killed all those people!
(eerie music)
Abner Honeywell died, not you.
(eerie music)
Where the fuck are you?
They dragged you out,
all burnt up and
covered in dirt.
You made them think you were
Abner, but it was just you,
just you little Nate Knox.
You waited.
You waited until
people stopped talking
or caring about some
creepy old story.
And then you came back home
as a new man named
Abner Honeywell.
You've been very busy.
(door clicks shut)
(ominous music)
This ends tonight, fucker!
Where are you?
- Wherever you want me to be.
(bat cracking)
Momma's boy.
(stun gun zapping)
(Wyatt grunting)
(bat cracking)
(footsteps thudding)
- Please don't hurt me, please.
- Oh shit, is that her?
- Oh my God, yeah, yeah.
- Grace!
Everybody has been
looking for you!
- Get off of me!
Let me go!
(intense music)
(Natty screaming)
(intense music)
(Natty screaming)
- Watch the movie.
Watch it!
- No!
- Watch the movie.
- Let me go.
(Natty screaming)
(knife slashing)
- That's right.
That's right.
- Look at it.
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(Nate sniffing)
(eerie music)
- What kind of
conditioner do you use?
- Fuck you!
(suspenseful music)
- Britt!
Britt!
(suspenseful music)
I know what they did to you!
- You know nothing!
Do you know what it's
like to have a mother
living inside you,
rooting and nesting?
She's a prisoner of all her
movies and she is hungry.
Well, mommy asked me to feed
her and she said if I did,
she'd let me go.
So don't blame me.
She's the whore!
(Nate grunting)
(objects clattering)
(Nate grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(flame crackling)
- Go get her up,
get her upstairs!
(suspenseful music)
- Stop right there!
Don't move.
Don't fucking move!
(gun banging)
- Damn you all to hell!
(spirit roaring)
(Diane screaming)
(spirit hissing)
- Holy shsit.
(spirit roaring)
Come on!
- Go, go, go!
- Come on, we've got you.
(Grace crying)
Okay, easy.
(Grace crying)
- Wyatt, (indistinct)
- I'm coming, mom.
I'm coming.
- What the fuck was that?
(Wyatt coughing)
(Diane screaming)
- It's okay, it's fine.
It's Grace.
- He had her tied up-
- Get the fuck out, go!
Shit, fuck!
(Wyatt breathing heavily)
Go!
(sirens wailing)
(tense music)
- [Radio] 10-4,
just wanted to know
if you'd be headed
back (indistinct).
- Mommy!
- Oh, honey.
- Are you okay?
- I love you so much.
- We're okay.
Come on.
(stretcher clattering)
- You're some kind of hero, kid.
- [Robby] Not so bad yourself.
- How much is the
reward, by the way?
I'll tell your mom you're okay.
What's up, bro?
- What's going on?
- You all right?
- Not really.
- Yeah, me neither.
Where's Britt?
- I don't know,
she should be here.
- What do you mean?
She was right behind me.
- Yeah.
I mean, I saw her.
- Britt!
- Is she not here, dude?
- Dude.
Britt!
- Britt!
Hey, Britt!
- Hey, is Britt over there?
- No.
- Is she still inside?
Britt!
Britt?
Hey, Britt!
- Britt!
(soft music)
- Britt?
(creepy music)
(sirens wailing)
(creepy music continues)
(creepy music continues)
(creepy music continues)
(creepy music continues)
(creepy music continues)
(creepy music continues)
- [Wyatt] Britt!
Britt!
- [Robby] Britt,
Britt, where are you?
- [Wyatt] Britt,
are you in there?
(door rattling)
- [Robby] Britt!
- [Wyatt] Dude, where is she?
- [Robby] Hey, Britt,
open up, please.
Britt!
- [Wyatt] Britt,
Britt, are you in here?
Britt, open up!
- [Robby] Open up!
- [Wyatt] Britt, open, please!
- [Robby] Britt!
- Hey!
- Britt!
(creepy music)
(spirit growling)
(tense music)
(thunder cracking)
(tense music continues)
(thunder cracking continues)
(chilling music)
(chilling music continues)
(chilling music continues)
(chilling music continues)
(chilling music continues)
(chilling music continues)
(chilling music continues)
(chilling music continues)
(chilling music continues)
(chilling music continues)
(chilling music continues)
(chilling music continues)
(chilling music continues)
(chilling music continues)
(no audio)
(slow dramatic music)
(wind blowing)
(thunder rumbling)
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(lightning cracking)
(eerie music)
(thunder rumbling)
(eerie music)
(Natty grunting)
- Move your ass, whore.
Oh my God, almost, almost.
- Choke me.
- What?
- I said choke me!
- All right, you whore.
I'll choke you.
(both grunting)
- [Speaker] We want
the Natty Nocks!
- Leave us alone!
(person banging on door)
God damn it, wait your turn!
We want the witch!
Throw her out or
we'll tell your wife.
- Fuck!
Fuck!
(person banging on door)
(Natty groaning)
- We want the book.
- Go to hell!
Hypocrites!
- Take her to the yard!
Let's show her what
we do with whores.
(Natty screaming)
Get her!
(Natty screaming)
- Stop it, stop it!
Leave her alone!
- No, no!
No!
- Put her in the shed.
She'll talk.
Or she'll burn.
- [Town People] Burn the witch!
Burn the witch!
Burn the witch!
- Wouldn't you like to know
all their dirty little
secrets, you bitches!
(hand smacking)
- [Person] Put her in the shed!
- No!
(Natty groaning)
No!
(Natty screaming)
(doors creaking shut)
(gasoline splashing)
Last chance.
(fire crackling)
The book.
(gasoline splashing)
Or your life.
- I'll wait for you
in hell, darling.
(frame crackling)
- [Person] Die, Natty Nocks!
- We can all burn together.
(Natty banging)
- [Town People] Burn the witch!
- I'll come for
every one of you!
For your husbands!
For your children!
Damn you all to hell!
Damn you!
(flames crackling)
(Natty screaming)
(upbeat music)
(upbeat music continues)
(upbeat music continues)
- [Diane] Britt!
- Sorry, sorry, running late.
Car wouldn't start, again.
- It's okay.
Let's just try and
contain the damage.
- Britt, Britt!
- What, what?
- Natty Knocks nine times.
- Very scary.
- You really think so?
- Hmm, speaking of scary.
- Good morning, Misses H.
Looking lovely as usual.
- Good morning, Robby.
- Britt.
I'm here.
What are your other two wishes?
- Don't make me say it.
- Boys are gross.
- Yes, they are.
I'm busy.
Wyatt's outside
doing Wyatt things.
- What makes you think
I'm here for Wyatt?
- Uh, wishful thinking?
(Britt exhales)
(door clicks shut)
Hi.
- Hey.
- Hey, Wyatt.
I'm gonna be late again tonight.
- [Wyatt] You're
late every night.
- I'm trying to sell the
Masterson House, okay.
And I'm close.
I know that it's
hard, but I am trying.
- It's fine.
- Hey, hey, hey.
When I close,
we will celebrate and I
will find more time for us.
- [Britt] Hungry,
what do you want?
- I'm not hungry.
- Britt likes my mask.
I wanna show it to dad.
- Don't be dumb.
Dad got married again.
He doesn't care about us.
- I'm not dumb.
- You don't know anything.
- Hey!
(door clicking shut)
I'm sure your dad
will love your mask.
(phone ringing)
- Babe, you've got to meet me
in the parking lot
before class, all right?
I've got something to show you.
Something really cool.
- [Wyatt] Robby,
what are you doing?
- Texting Britt a horny
message from your phone.
- Dude, give me the phone back.
- No.
- Give it to me.
- No.
- Give me the phone, bro.
- No!
- Robby, give me
the fucking phone!
Hey, give me the-
- Oh shit.
- You asshole!
Fuck.
- Good news.
Britt didn't get
that text message.
Bad news, your phone is
totally out of service.
- Shit, my bill is overdue.
- Who cares?
- Dude, that's why you
don't have a phone.
They're gonna turn
mine off on Friday
unless I come up with 50 bucks.
- Just get the
money from your mom.
- My dad bought me the phone.
Paying for it is up to me.
Where the fuck am I
gonna get 50 bucks?
- [Robby] I know how
we can score some cash.
- How?
- We're gonna have to ditch.
- You guys are gonna ditch?
- You didn't hear that.
- I'm out, you guys need a ride?
- Yeah, I call shotgun!
- Not you, loser.
Jolie, hop in.
- No, I'm gonna ride with Wyatt.
- I think you should
go with Britt.
- No, I wanna ride with you.
- Okay, but don't screw
around after school.
I've got a trig test on Friday
and I'm not cooking
dinner later than six.
- Are you guys
really gonna ditch?
- You better not say
shit, little turd.
- I go with or I'm telling mom.
- She will too.
- All right, listen, me and
your brother got some plans.
If you wanna tag along, you
have to keep your mouth shut.
- Zipped.
- And you gotta put in a
good word ofr me with Britt.
- She doesn't like you.
- Like that matters.
- God.
(car honking in distance)
- I rode the back way
past the Baldwin place
and they're fixing it up for
the Halloween house again.
And there's like a
shit ton of copper wire
just lying around.
- That's crazy.
- Yeah, my mom's psycho
boyfriend knows a guy
who could probably buy
it, no questions asked.
I bet I could get a
hundred bucks for it, easy.
50 bucks for me, 50 for you.
- Damn, so that
was your big plan?
- How else are you
gonna get the money?
- Fuck if I know.
- Wyatt, do not lose your phone.
What if dad calls?
And mom said not to
curse in front of me!
- That's great.
Let's get caught
stealing copper wire.
She'll love hearing that.
- Dude, that shit has
been sitting around
for weeks already.
It's literally gonna
take five minutes
to reach over the
fence and grab it.
Look, I'm gonna do
it no matter what.
You're just coming
along for the ride.
- I'll be the lookout.
- Oh, that's great.
Oh, my baby sister is gonna
be the fucking lookout.
- I am not a baby!
I'm gonna tell mom!
Until we're at the beach,
all sand, no pavement
And I don't care
'Cause you were there
- (indistinct),
what do you think?
It's great.
- That's great, Ricardo,
but don't you think you're a
little old for Natty Knocks?
- We were told to
have some fun, what?
- Yeah, we're gonna
burn the bitch.
She sleeps with the
worms under the ground.
- Who's that outside?
Don't make a sound!
- Natty Knocks
nine times, I know.
- [Teens] Natty
Knocks nine times!
Don't answer your door
and close all your blinds.
Hide under your bed or
she'll take off your head!
- What, are you all
like seven years old?
- I mean, we're all good here.
Okay, just meet me
here after school.
- I can't, I have to
get the kids ready.
- Right, the kids.
- Yeah, the kids.
They're going through
a lot right now.
- So when can we expect
you back on planet Earth?
(school bell ringing)
(gentle music)
- Okay, go, go, go.
(gentle music)
- Look at it.
That's 50 bucks
sitting right there.
(footsteps thudding)
- I thought you said
there was nobody here.
- There was nobody here
when I came by this morning.
- We should get the
fuck out of here.
- You're not supposed to swear.
- Cover your ears then.
All right, when he turns
around, I'm gonna go sneak.
- Not without him hearing you.
- Okay, I have an idea.
All right, Jolie and I are
gonna sneak around in the front
and we're gonna
knock on the door.
When the guy checks
to go see who it is,
that's when you go and
sneak and grab the wire.
- That could work, right Wyatt?
Just like ding dong ditch.
- Do you wanna keep
your phone or not?
(low suspenseful music)
(saw whirring)
I need you to be my wing man.
- Sure!
What's a wing man?
- Just go up to the window
and tell me what you see.
- Okay, okay, okay.
Okay.
(low suspenseful music)
(doorbell rings)
(saw whirring)
(doorbell ringing)
(Robby banging on door)
(doorbell ringing)
(footsteps thudding)
Uh, I see someone!
- Go, go!
Jolie!
(low suspenseful music)
- It's too early in the
morning for this shit.
(low suspenseful music)
(footsteps thudding)
(gate creaking)
(footsteps thudding)
(dog barking)
(siren wailing in distance)
(Wyatt grunting)
- [Wyatt] What the hell?
- Dude, keep it down.
- Where the hell were you?
- Your sister ran in
the wrong direction.
- Did not.
- Did you get the wire?
- Yeah, I got the stupid wire.
- Then what's the problem?
We got away.
Jolie's fine and we
had a little fun.
- Fun?
You should have known
that guy was there.
- Dude, you should have
seen the look on your face.
- Such a little bitch.
- Hey man, lighten
up a little bit.
We did it, we're golden.
You got the copper wire and
you can get your phone back.
Hey Jolie, you wanna
do something funny?
- Yeah.
- No, she doesn't.
- Yeah, I do actually.
- Let's do one more.
Let's Natty Knocks someone.
- Really?
- Hell yeah!
Can you do it?
- Yeah.
- I think you could do it.
Let's do...
That one.
- [Wyatt] No, absolutely not!
- Then you do it, chicken shit.
- You're the chicken shit.
Besides, it's a dumb ass idea.
Nobody even lives
there probably.
- If nobody lives
there, then do it.
Yeah, bet you 25
bucks right now.
- 25 bucks?
- Yeah, 25 bucks,
but you won't do it.
You're too scared.
- I'm not scared.
It's just stupid.
- Ah, dude.
- Natty Knocks nine
times, come on.
Go.
- Hold this.
If I get caught, I'm
kicking your ass!
- You got it
(low suspenseful music)
(low suspenseful
music continues)
Stay here.
(low suspenseful music)
(gate creaking)
(low suspenseful music)
Dude, knock nine times.
(Wyatt knocking on door)
- Okay.
- [Robby] Nine times, one more.
(Wyatt knocks on door)
- I think that was nine.
(footsteps thudding)
Nothing happened, all right?
(body thudding)
- Holy, shit.
- Dude, hide!
(shrubbery rustling)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(door thudding shut)
(suspenseful music)
Dude, where are you going?
- Stay there.
- You're fucking crazy.
- Shut up, dude!
(person whimpering)
(body thudding)
(suspenseful music)
Fuck, we gotta get out!
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(body thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(train horn blaring)
What are we gonna do?
- Dude, I don't know.
- We have to tell someone.
- Are you fucking crazy, dude?
They're gonna know
that we ditched
and that we stole
the copper wire.
- Robby, we saw her
getting abused by him.
We have to tell someone.
We should call the cops.
- Dude, you are mental.
No, they're gonna know about us!
- We'll call from a fucking
payphone, dumb shit.
What do you think of that?
- What's a payphone?
(phone ringing)
- [Operator] 9-1-1,
what's your emergency?
- I would like to
report a fight.
- A murder, it was a murder!
- [Operator] Can
you repeat that?
- Yes.
A murder on, yeah,
715 Atkinson Street.
- [Operator] What is
your name, please?
- I can't tell you my name.
- [Operator] How do you
know this was a murder?
- We saw it through the window!
He was beating the
shit out of her!
- [Operator] Confirming
715 Atkinson Street.
- Yes.
Yes, 715 Atkinson Street.
- [Operator] We'll send a
unit over to check it out.
- Okay.
Thank you.
The cops are on their way.
- Why, are they
gonna get that guy?
What's going on?
- They're gonna bust his ass.
Let's go back.
- Are you out of
your mind, dude?
No, I'm taking Jolie home
and we're gonna forget
that we were even there
and we're not gonna tell
anyone that that ever happened.
And so should you, dude.
Get your bike, Jolie.
- Fine.
Whatever, I don't care anyways.
I know exactly where
you are right now
I'm in an Uber and you're 30
minutes south down Boynton
- I don't know
where else to look.
I should have made
Jolie come with me.
- Okay, so now what?
- I literally have no
idea where they could be.
- Probably just out like
stealing beers or reading porn.
- Yeah, Robby, maybe.
But Wyatt, no way,
not with Jolie around.
- I don't get why
it's such a big deal.
You guys aren't even related.
- It's important to me.
- [Rick] You're
just the babysitter.
- They're important to me.
- At least someone is.
- What does that mean?
(phone ringing)
Wyatt?
No, sorry.
We still haven't found them.
Really?
Grace who?
Rick, do you know
a Grace Kinsley?
- New girl from Florida.
I walk by her in
the halls sometimes.
- She went missing last night.
No, sorry.
We haven't seen her.
Yeah, I'll find them.
Okay.
Yeah, bye.
Oh, geez.
Maybe I do need a break
from these people.
- Thank you.
Jesus.
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(knife ripping hair)
(truck rumbling)
(door thudding shut)
- Where were you guys?
I have been looking
for you everywhere!
- Little shit.
- Shut up a minute.
I want to hear this.
- You can't keep
flaking on them.
Okay, they need you too.
- I'm starting over!
- [Diane] Jolie asks
for you all the time!
They both (indistinct).
- [Hank] Lisa says that
you do this on purpose!
- Bye.
Bye!
Bye, run!
That's the only thing that
you're fucking good at!
- Babe, why don't you go?
I got this.
- Want me to come by later?
- Yeah.
- You freak her out
like that again,
fist meets face, alright?
- How long have they
been going at it?
- Since we got here.
Like 20 minutes.
- Where were you guys?
Wyatt, you're supposed
to answer your phone.
If you ditched school,
I'm telling your dad.
- His phone's been canceled.
- Canceled?
- It's a long story.
- Hey, I've gotta go close
up this showing, Britt.
Do you mind making
the kids some dinner?
- Yeah, whatever
they're hungry for.
- Okay, cool.
Hey, I'm really sorry
that you had to hear that.
- It's okay.
Let me take this.
Yeah, it's okay.
- We'll do something
fun after dinner.
- I just wanna to go to bed.
- [Reporter] Let's take
a live look downtown
where locals have been
putting up missing posters
as concern for a missing
Fillmore teen is growing.
Here's Katie Hale
with an update.
- If you have any information
regarding the whereabouts
of Grace Kinsley,
please contact the
Fillmore Police Department.
We have an anguished family
that needs your help.
I'm Katie Hale, Channel
Three Eyewitness News.
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(reels rattling)
(eerie music)
(upbeat music)
- Get off of me!
Let me go!
(intense music)
(Natty screaming)
(intense music)
Let me go!
(intense music)
(Natty screaming)
(intense music)
(knife slashing)
(knife slashing continues)
- Mommy!
Where's mommy?
- She's not home yet.
You're okay.
- I saw her.
- No, it was just a bad dream.
- Why does daddy hate us?
- He doesn't, he
doesn't hate us.
We just remind him
of bad feelings
and he wants to be happy now.
- Are we bad?
- No, you're the least bad
person in this whole world.
- I don't ever wanna
steal again. Wyatt.
- Yeah, me neither.
I'm sorry about all that.
It was Robby's stupid idea and
it shouldn't have happened.
Let's just forget about it.
(person knocking on door)
- How many was that?
Wyatt, don't answer it.
(low suspenseful music)
Wyatt, no.
No, Wyatt, no, please.
Stop.
(figure knocking on door)
- Who is at the door?
- I don't know.
- What?
(suspenseful music)
Hi officer, can I help you?
- Yes, ma'am.
Responding to a domestic
disturbance call, this address.
- Oh.
Excuse me.
There's no disturbance.
- Your neighbors said things
were getting out of hand.
- My husband and I are
going through a divorce,
so you know.
- I'm gonna give
you a warning, okay?
Next time, just try
to keep your cool.
- Yeah, I will.
Thank you.
I appreciate your
time, thank you.
Have a good night.
(eerie music)
- Is everything okay, mom?
- Yeah, nothing for you
guys to worry about.
Come on, let's go to bed.
(intense music)
(intense music continues)
(intense music continues)
- Kill them for me.
Kill them all.
(eerie music)
(flames crackling)
Here for the weekend, so we
make the best use of our time
Lay in bed all day
- Slow down.
Take control of your hands.
- [Rick] What's wrong?
- Try Grandma in the rear view.
- You want me to go
put a coat over her?
- No, I want you to
zip up your pants.
- Come on, Britt.
- Not a great times, stud.
- We've been together for
almost like three months now.
- Alert the media.
- You know how I feel
about you, about us.
I'm crazy about
you, you're my girl.
(indistinct) and go
dance into the light
- What if we get all involved
and then I have to
leave for school?
- We'll figure it out.
I wish that you could stay
I wish that you could stay
- What's this?
- Oh, him?
He's your biggest
fan, (indistinct).
(Britt laughing)
(lips smooching)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(door thudding shut)
You're gonna make the
party Friday, right?
Maybe we can try again.
- Yeah, maybe without the witch.
- Well, how about I
pick you up at eight
and we'll head over to Debby's
and light the hag up, yeah?
- Whatever you say, Romeo.
(low eerie music)
(cat meows)
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(keys jingling)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(keys jingling)
(door thudding shut)
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(dog barking)
(muffled music playing)
- Mom?
Mom?
- Good morning, kiddo.
- Oh, good morning.
- I'm so hungry.
- Well, it's almost ready,
just the way you like it.
- You know how I like it.
- Can you guys not, please?
- Okay, go get yourself
some coffee, cowboy.
And you better be doing
good in school, okay?
- Hey, I need to talk
to you about something.
- I don't do heart to hearts.
- Got something you
might be interested in.
- Shoot, champ.
- You know anybody that's
willing to buy some copper wire?
- How'd you get your
hands on copper wire?
- What do you care?
- I know a couple of
guys who might want it.
- It's outside.
- Five minutes.
- Come on.
- Anybody gonna look for this?
- No.
- Better not.
- So how much?
- I'll give you 20.
- What?
This is 100 bucks easy.
- It's hot and somebody's
gonna ask where it came from.
- All right, you could
do better than 20.
- I'll give you 25.
You don't want the deal, right?
- All right, I'll take it.
The money.
- Seriously?
- Yeah, dude, I ain't playing.
(cash rustling)
Have fun.
- Now beat it.
Hey, we never spoke
about this shit, right?
- Yeah, whatever.
(ominous music)
(bicycle whirring)
(flyer rustling)
- You know her?
- No.
Who is she?
- Missing girl.
Big reward.
(ominous music)
(school bell ringing)
- [Intercom] Attention
10th graders,
don't forget to get
started on your-
- Dude, I need to talk to you!
- You ditched again.
They're gonna hold you back.
- Shut up and listen to me!
- No, I don't want to
have to cover for you
every time you bail-
- I found this.
Read it.
It's all over town.
I think that's the girl.
- No, you don't know that.
- You know any other girls
that have been missing
since yesterday?
- Shit.
- Yeah, the cops didn't do shit.
- What?
- I drove by the house.
There's no cop cars,
no yellow tape.
Nothing, they did nothing!
- But we fucking
told 'em the truth!
- You think that matters?
We're a couple of kids and
it's almost Natty Knocks night.
Truth don't mean shit.
That guy killed that girl and
we're the only ones who know.
- We gotta find
something on this guy.
- We need that money.
- But we gotta
figure out who he is.
- How the fuck are we
supposed to do that?
- I got an idea.
Mom's in a showing.
I don't know how
much time we have.
- What are we doing?
- She has real estate software.
I wanna know who
lives at that house.
What's the address?
- Atkinson Street.
715 Atkinson Street.
- That's weird.
- [Robby] What?
- It's a foreclosure.
The owner's not listed.
- So?
- Well, psycho is not
supposed to be there.
Nobody's supposed to be there.
- So what now?
- Well, I'll go to
mom's office in town
and search for records.
Maybe find the
last owner's name.
They keep the records
in file cabinets.
It's old school.
- I got an idea too.
I'll catch you later.
- Hey, what?
(door thudding shut)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(intense music)
(intense music continues)
(intense music continues)
(Natty screaming)
(intense music)
(intense music continues)
(Natty breathing heavily)
- Choke me.
Say it!
So choke me.
Say it!
- Choke me.
Choke me.
(knife slashing)
(Natty screaming)
(dramatic music)
(eerie music)
(glass shattering)
(sirens wailing in distance)
(paper rustling)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
- Hey, Wyatt.
You think if we can convince
this guy to turn himself in,
we could still get the money?
- Dude, did you not
hear what I just said?
- Yeah, your dad's a dick.
They all are, I've had four.
But this girl is face
down in a river somewhere.
This guy's gonna run away
and then they're
never gonna catch him.
- Shut the fuck
up with this shit!
- Oh, shit.
I got it, I got it.
- At least he doesn't
know who we are.
(low ominous music)
(low ominous music continues)
(low ominous music continues)
(low ominous music continues)
(low ominous music continues)
(low ominous music continues)
(bicycle whirring)
(Wyatt knocking on door)
- Hey, Lori.
- Hey, Wyatt.
Your mom's not here.
- Yeah, I just need to get
something from her desk.
- Go ahead, go on back.
- Thanks.
(drawer clicking)
(folders rustling)
- Wyatt?
They said you were back here.
Picking up some papers
for your mom, hmm?
- Yeah, hey, Mr. Meredith.
- What you got there?
- Just something my mom needs.
- Oh.
This old place, huh?
Time was, not a day
went by when someone
wasn't stopping by the
office to ask me about it.
- Yeah, I just have to research
that for a book report.
- Why didn't you just
ask your mom about it?
- She's been a little...
- Right, out of sorts.
I was sorry to hear about
the trouble at home.
Come on.
I might have some
answers for you.
This house, it's been a god
damn tough sell for 50 years.
Never had much luck
with it myself.
But your mom nearly did once,
until the buyers found out.
- Found out what?
- To understand that,
you'd have to understand
who lived there.
- Who lived there?
- Miss Natty Nocks.
- Natty Nocks?
Like Natty Knocks nine times?
I thought that was just
an old ghost story.
- Why, where do you think
those stories come from?
There's always a
little truth to 'em.
Nocks family around here, hell,
go all the way
back to the 1800s.
Hard scrabble German folk.
And Natty Nocks, now,
she was the only child
of a God fearing
German farm couple.
One day, they
discovered her upstairs
in the family home
in bed with a boy
and those good Christian
church going parents of hers,
they tossed her
out on the street.
- That's harsh.
- Anyway, she took off for LA,
hopes of becoming a movie star.
And the funny thing is...
The funny thin is,
Wyatt, she almost was.
You see, Natty Nocks,
she starred in those
drive-in movies,
B pictures, double
bill horror flicks,
one right after the
other back in the 60s.
Yeah, she was pretty.
Not much of an actress.
And when her looks gave out,
well, the movies stopped.
She wound up back here
with a young child.
The old Nocks place had been
abandoned by her family.
They just kind of moved in.
No one around this town had
anything to do with her,
or the boy.
And desperate to make
ends meet, Natty...
Well, Natty became
a, how do I put this?
A good time for the men in town
who wanted to live
out their fantasies
of being with a movie star.
Of course, the wives in town
did not appreciate Ms. Natty's
local one woman brothel
or the little black
book that she kept
all their husband's names in.
Because of the kind of parts
she played down in Hollywood,
the women had somehow
convinced themselves
that she was some kind of
a hippie witch and a whore.
They tried to run
her out of town.
Oh, Natty was
having none of that.
No, sir.
She refused and just
kept her business busy,
busy, busy, busy,
busy writing down the names
of all those husbands.
And when she wouldn't tell 'em
where she hid her
little black book,
they lit a tool shed
behind her house on fire,
Natty locked inside.
A coroner called it
death by misadventure.
An accident, could have
happened to anybody.
Shouldn't store gasoline
in a toolshed, they said.
Blah, blah, blah.
But people know better.
I knew better.
A town knows its secrets, Wyatt.
A town knows how to hide 'em.
- What happened to the boy?
- Nate?
Nate was institutionalized.
They fried his brain
with shock therapy
to keep him quiet about
what he might know,
what he might have seen.
- Shock therapy?
- He died up in Butler
psych ward around 2008.
- Is he really dead?
- See for yourself, Wyatt.
They got him buried in a
cheap box up in Oak Hill.
(eerie music)
(bicycle whirring)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(footsteps thudding)
(low eerie music)
(low eerie music continues)
(low eerie music continues)
(low eerie music continues)
(low eerie music continues)
(low eerie music continues)
(low eerie music continues)
(low eerie music continues)
(tense music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(spirit screaming)
(suspenseful music)
- Who's there?
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(body thudding)
(bottle clinking)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(sirens wailing)
- Are you speeding.
- In this?
- What's going on?
- It's cops.
- Is this about the copper?
- Shut up
(footsteps thudding)
- Is something wrong, officer?
- Taillights busted and
your tags are expired.
License and
registration, please.
- Come on, really?
- Officer, this is
my fault, really.
- I got a flat tire on my
bike and I needed a ride home.
- And where are you
going this time of night?
- I was at my mom's
office in town.
I was picking something up for
her and it got late and dark
and I needed a ride.
We've been having a
real hard time at home
and Britt's been helping us out.
- You Diane Hemming's boy?
- Yeah.
- I was up at your
house not long ago.
- Yeah, sorry about that.
- Look, I don't wanna see
this rig back on the road
until the tags are clean
and the lights are working.
You understand?
- Yeah.
Thank you, officer.
- Now y'all go straight home.
And you, young lady,
it's past your bedtime.
(footsteps thudding)
(Jolie crying)
- Are you okay, Jolie?
- No, I'm not okay!
Wyatt's phone got turned
off and we needed money,
so we ditched.
Then we stole copper wire
from the Baldwin house.
Then they saw a man
beating up a girl.
She might be dead but
nobody can find her
because the cops
didn't do anything!
Dad's never coming home again.
- What?
Wyatt, what is
she talking about?
Is any of this true?
- All of it.
All of it's true.
(Jolie crying)
- We are going home right now.
(engine rumbling)
(footsteps thudding)
(eerie music)
(keys jingling)
(eerie music)
(door clicking shut)
(low eerie music)
(low eerie music continues)
(low eerie music continues)
- I'm sorry.
(low eerie music)
(low eerie music continues)
(low eerie music continues)
(staircase creaking)
(door creaking open)
(eerie music)
Who are you?
You can't be here.
- I belong here.
- Nobody belongs here,
not in her house.
Not in her house!
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Who are you?
Do I know you?
- You know who I am.
- No, you can't be Nate.
No, no, no.
You stay back, now.
You stay back.
You stay back, now!
(Mr. Meredith grunting)
(Nate screaming)
(Mr. Meredith thudding)
(tense music)
- You didn't try to help her.
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
- Why are you hassling me?
I don't know shit
about no stolen copper.
- I got a report of a black
Toyota seen in the area.
You know who drives
a black Toyota?
You, tough guy.
- Me and a million
fucking other people.
Get out of here with that crap.
- I've got a witness who
says they saw a black Toyota
near the high school.
You wanna talk about that?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on.
Don't you lay that girl on me.
I got a cleanup job
over there, okay?
Do your fucking job
and check it out.
- You better believe I will.
- Am I done here?
- Yeah.
You'll be back.
(bell ringing)
- Hey Ken, I need you to
run a set of prints for me.
- I can't run
unauthorized prints.
You know that.
- Look, it's the last time.
Okay?
Oh, third base line,
lower level, row 12.
Dodgers, Giants.
- Fine.
I can maybe have
these by tonight.
- I need it sooner.
- They catalog every search.
I have to be careful.
- All right.
You have my cell phone.
Whoa.
- Hi, can you help me?
The front desk said that I
was supposed to go back here,
but I don't think I'm
in the right place.
- The right place for what?
- I have information
about a murder.
- A murder?
- The missing girl
from the television.
- Come with me, please.
This way.
Don't worry about the lights.
They're fixing the place up.
- Is this the right way?
- Yeah.
- Excuse me.
Are you Britt Chamberland?
- Yeah.
- Detective Squares.
The desk sergeant said you
might have some information.
- Oh, he was taking
me to see you.
- Okay, well, he's
taking you the wrong way.
Why don't she come with me?
I'll buy you a Coke and
you can tell me your story.
This way.
Brains before bears, Abner.
What the hell's
your problem, man?
So the game is
called Natty Knocks.
- That's right.
- I've got kids, but
refresh my memory.
- You run up to somebody's
door and you knock
and you run away
before they answer.
- Nine times.
But my friend didn't run away.
He looked through the window
and he saw this creepy
guy beating up a girl.
He thinks it's the same
girl on the missing posters.
- [Detective Squares]
Well, we got a big problem
with domestic violence.
I mean, is it possible he
saw a husband and wife thing
maybe get out of control?
- [Britt] No.
No, he's sure that the man
was trying to kill her.
- And your friend called 9-1-1?
- Yeah.
- So there's a record of the
call in the dispatch order.
- I suppose.
- And you say this
happened yesterday?
- Yeah.
- So why don't you
think the officers
made an arrest at the scene?
I mean, what it sounds like,
she put a hell of a fight.
There would be broken furniture.
This guy would have
trauma on his face.
And yet this man didn't
leave in handcuffs.
- Yeah, that's why I'm here.
- But not your friend.
- Yeah, well, he's scared,
but he wants to do
the right thing.
Look, if there's a chance
that this girl can be found,
maybe she's still alive.
I don't know.
- The only thing I
got from yesterday
is a call about some
stolen copper wire.
- Well, I'm...
I'm just...
I'm thinking about
the missing girl.
She's in my school.
- Well, listen, we're gonna
look into all of this.
In the meantime,
I just want you to stay
kind of close to home.
Be safe and I'll call
you if anything comes up.
And there's my number, so.
- Hi, Lori.
Is Mr. Meredith in?
- I haven't seen him yet today.
He did leave something
on your desk, though.
- Do you know what it is?
- I think it was something
about the old Nocks House.
- Thanks.
You might wanna talk
to Wyatt about this.
(low ominous music)
What are you up to, kid?
(door thudding shut)
- Guys?
Guys?
- How'd it go?
- I talked to a detective
and I told him everything.
They're gonna be
all over that guy.
- What about the copper wire?
- I covered it up for you.
Don't do anything stupid
like that again, okay?
- Is it over?
- Yeah, everything's
gonna be just fine.
- Did that cop know who we are?
- No, I didn't
tell him your name.
I just said it was a friend.
- Thank you.
- Can you stop being such a
pain in my ass all the time now?
You know, I'm only
trying to help you.
- Yeah, I'm sorry.
- Accepted.
Now, your mom is
working late tonight
and I think we need
to have a little fun.
- I wanna go to the ghost
house and wear my mask
and reach into the guts
and pull out prizes!
- You coming?
- I should tell
Robby that it's over.
- He's the one that got
you into this trouble
in the first place.
You know that, right?
- I owe him.
- No, you don't owe
him a fucking thing!
(heels clicking)
(doorbell ringing)
(eerie music)
(ominous music)
(heels clicking)
- Uh, excuse me.
Can I help you?
- I'm so sorry, you scared me.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to, I
thought you were a prowler.
- Oh.
That time of year, huh?
- Yeah, every kid in town.
- No, I'm Diane with
Hemmings Realty.
I'm sure you've seen our signs.
- Of course.
- Well, we used to
have this listing
and then now the bank has it.
And I think there might
be someone squatting here,
so I wanted to just
go check it out.
- Well, I think I saw
the back door open.
Let's go take a look.
- Oh, okay.
(footsteps thudding)
Looks like somebody
tried to break in.
It was probably kids.
I have two of my own.
Should get rid of
all of this junk.
- That must mean
something to someone.
- Somebody without taste.
- Somebody may be
coming back for these.
- Doubtful.
Everybody thinks this
place is haunted.
- Do you believe in ghosts?
- Me, no.
No, I believe people
are bad enough.
They don't have to invent
things to be afraid of.
- Should we look
in the basement?
- No.
I think I'm good.
I've seen enough.
But thank you for your help.
If you are ever on the
market for a house...
- I know, I know.
A house is not a house
unless it's a Hemmings house.
- Yes.
- Thank you.
- That's right.
Thank you.
(object rattling)
- What is that?
- I don't know.
No idea.
(object rattling)
- What the hell
is going on here?
(spirit screaming)
(Diane gasping and choking)
(Diane gasping and
choking continues)
- Say choke me.
- No.
- Say it!
- No!
- Louder!
- Choke me.
- Louder.
Louder!
- Choke me!
(Diane groaning)
(Natty screaming)
(indistinct talking)
- Do as you're told.
(eerie music)
(bicycle whirring)
- Robby, what the
hell is happening?
- I thought that if
I could get his name,
I could turn it into the
police and get the 5,000 bucks.
And me and my mom can get out
of this shitty town for good.
- What are you talking about?
- There's a reason why the
cops didn't do anything, Wyatt.
- What are you saying?
- He's a cop.
- What?
- Yeah, his name
is Abner Honeywell.
- How do you know that?
- I checked his driver's license
and I saw his fucking
uniform, dude.
- You went back there?
Are you insane?
- I had to!
- Tell me you didn't.
- I threw that through
the fucking window.
But I forgot you're a psycho
and put your initials
on everything!
- What were you thinking?
- I thought that maybe if
he knew we saw what he did,
he would get scared and then
turn himself into the police
and then I could
collect the money.
- Dude, Britt went to
the police station today
and she talked to a cop.
- What?
- Yeah, she told him
everything we saw.
- What did he look like?
What was his name?
- I don't fucking know, Robby.
(tense music)
- Money.
- Yeah, it's a
little late for that.
Dude, we have to find Britt.
- Remember the rules.
- Don't move and
don't touch anything.
- And don't scare
your babysitter.
- Okay.
(soft playful music)
(eerie music)
This is awesome, right Britt?
- If you say so.
(knife slashing)
(actor screaming)
(Jolie and Britt screaming)
- Did you just pee?
- No.
- I think I did.
(actor groaning)
(actor screaming)
- I told you not to
scare your babysitter.
(tense music)
(Jolie and Britt screaming)
(phone buzzing)
(people cackling)
(eerie music)
- Abner, what the fuck
are you doing here?
- I'm working.
- Working.
Where's your duty belt?
- Have you been following me?
- I've been following
her and I'm glad I did.
You know, a pair of uni's
talked to you recently,
but you're good old Abner,
three weeks from retirement.
Everybody loves you.
Well, I never bought it.
I never bought you.
Right, don't pull that
Halloween shit with me.
(Detective Squares grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(hatchet cracking)
(Detective Squares groaning)
(suspenseful music)
- She took Jolie to
the Baldwin house!
(bicycle whirring)
(ominous music)
(hatchet slashing)
- Whoa.
Britt, look how
cool this room is.
(eerie music)
Whoa, that almost looks real.
Britt, look.
Britt?
Britt, look.
(actor laughing creepily)
Britt!
Britt!
(eerie music)
Britt?
Britt?
- Jolie?
Jolie?
Jolie!
- Britt, where are you?
- Wyatt!
- What, what's happening?
- I got lost in
that stupid house
and then I walked through
the wrong door and...
We're never going in
that stupid place again.
What are you doing here?
- He came with me.
- And you should know better!
After everything
that's happened,
Robby, don't you think
you've done enough?
- What was the name of the
cop that you talked to?
- I didn't tell him
about any stolen copper.
- What was the name of the cop?
Was it Honeywell?
- No, it was Detective Squares.
Happy?
We're going.
You too, Wyatt.
Let's go, say goodnight.
Stay here or go wherever,
but you're not coming with us.
- I'm trying to help you.
- Next time, treat
your friends better.
- Fine.
Go, see if I care!
(ominous music)
(crows cawing)
(ominous music continues)
- Did you get in?
- I've had it for two days.
I'm afraid to open it.
- What are you waiting for?
- The minute I open
this, everything changes.
Who I am, where I'm
going, who I'm with.
- Rick's a tool.
You know that, right?
- Yeah, but he's a cute tool.
- Look, I've never told
anyone this before,
but I can't wait
to get out of here.
Maybe if I'm lucky,
I'll nab a baseball
scholarship somewhere.
But that's the only
chance I've got.
This is yours.
Don't blow it.
(paper rustling)
Well?
- Holy shit.
I got in!
(Britt laughing)
- Wow.
(phone dings)
Is that Rick?
- Yeah, he wants to see me.
I think I have to tell him.
- You probably should.
- Is it cool if he comes over?
- I mean, I knew you first.
- Yeah, since you
were like seven.
Hey, we're gonna be up
late, like late, late.
- Oh.
Oh, okay.
I'll be in mom's office
and work with her computer
while you guys talk
and do whatever.
- Thanks, Wyatt.
Hey, you're a cool kid.
You know that, right?
And your slider is
your best pitch.
(phone dialing)
- Babe, we're burning
the witch tonight.
- Hey, I have some good news.
Why don't you come over?
Jolie's asleep and
I wanna see you.
- Just come over here.
- I can't, Mrs. Henderson's
working something out
with her ex and I have to stay.
But it's all good,
just come over.
- Maybe we can have
like a party of our own?
- Maybe.
- I'm on the way.
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(crow cawing)
(person knocking on door)
- Don't answer it.
(person knocking on door)
Don't fucking answer it.
(person knocking on door)
- Alright, keep your pants on.
- Don't answer it!
(door thudding shut)
- You scared me.
- I'm looking for
Robby de La Marco.
- What did he do now?
- I need to ask him
a few questions.
- You have a warrant?
- Do I need one?
- If you want to
get in my house.
- He broke the law.
- Prove it.
(footsteps thudding)
Run, Robby, run!
Run!
(flashlight thudding)
(kicks thudding)
(bones crunching)
You broke my wrist.
- Where is he?
- I'm gonna sue
you for millions.
(Ajay groaning)
Fuck you!
(Ajay groaning)
What kind of
fucking cop are you?
- I'm a bad cop.
Where is he?
- Okay, he hangs out with
this kid Wyatt Hemmings
on Edgewood Road.
(flashlight thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(keyboard clacking)
(ominous music continues)
(keyboard clacking continues)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
(door creaking open)
- You're supposed to be asleep.
- I'm kind of scared.
- It's okay, close your eyes.
I'm right across the hall.
- Britt.
- Yeah?
- Why are there bad people?
Why did God make bad people?
- No one really knows.
That's the truth.
Sometimes it's a traumatic
event that makes them bad
or just bad blood,
like they're born bad.
- But why?
Why does God make mistakes?
- I can't really tell you that.
But I do know that
all that matters
is that your mom loves
you and Wyatt loves you.
And I love you,
and even your dad.
Most people are good.
Can you say that?
- Most people are good.
- Right, now go to sleep.
We'll do something fun tomorrow.
- Britt.
- Yeah?
- I love you.
- I know, I love you too.
Good night.
(soft music)
(soft music continues)
(soft music continues)
(phone dings)
(soft music)
(ominous music)
(keyboard clacking)
(ominous music continues)
(keyboard clacking continues)
(ominous music continues)
(keyboard clacking continues)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
- Oh my God.
Abner Honeywell is Nate Nocks.
- College grad of the future?
Or the Avocado
queen of Fillmore.
(engine rumbling)
I guess we're gonna find out.
(door thudding)
Just don't wake her up.
Wait in the bedroom.
I have something for you.
(low ominous music)
(low ominous music continues)
(low ominous music continues)
It's freezing in here.
Over here, lover boy.
(tense music)
(Britt screaming)
(stun gun zapping)
(Britt thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(door creaking shut)
(footsteps thudding)
(Jolie screaming)
(low eerie music)
(Jolie crying softly)
(tense music)
- Where are they?
Where are they?
- With their dad.
- If you are lying to me...
- I'm not.
He took them.
(Jolie crying softly)
(Wyat shushing)
(suspenseful music)
(Britt gasping)
(Britt thudding)
- Call 9-1-1.
- Don't go down there.
- I have to.
- Don't leave me.
(low eerie music)
(low eerie music continues)
(low eerie music continues)
(trunk clicks shut)
(Britt screaming)
(Britt breathing heavily)
(tense music)
(Britt screaming)
(car whirring)
- What?
- They fucking left.
He's got Britt!
- Let's fucking go!
(tense music)
- He's taking her home!
- What?
- To his mother's house.
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(chilling music)
(bicycle whirring)
- You ready to do this?
- Yeah, he'll kill her.
- Hey, let's just hope you
swing better than you can throw.
- Let's get this shit, bro.
I'll get the front and
you go in the back, okay?
- Good luck, man.
(door creaking open)
- Knock, knock!
I know who you are.
You're Nate Nocks.
Do you hear me, motherfucker?
Nate Nocks.
- [Robby] What the
fuck are you doing?
- I came to help you.
- [Robby] Jesus, dude,
I thought you were dead.
- It'll take a lot
more than that.
- [Robby] Hey, thanks for
saving my ass back there.
- Can't have your mom leave me.
- Dude, you're a
real piece of work.
Hey, let's go get
this piece of shit.
- I'll fucking kill him.
(Wyatt exclaiming)
- Dude, calm down.
- What the fuck?
- He's with me.
- What the hell did you
guys do to piss of this man?
- He's a psycho cop and no
one's gonna stop him but us.
- So what's the plan?
- I'll go upstairs and you
guys go up back to the shed.
If you see him or Britt, scream.
- Don't worry, it
won't be a problem.
- Let's go.
(staircase creaking)
- They locked you in a nuthouse!
And then you started that fire
and killed all those people!
(eerie music)
Abner Honeywell died, not you.
(eerie music)
Where the fuck are you?
They dragged you out,
all burnt up and
covered in dirt.
You made them think you were
Abner, but it was just you,
just you little Nate Knox.
You waited.
You waited until
people stopped talking
or caring about some
creepy old story.
And then you came back home
as a new man named
Abner Honeywell.
You've been very busy.
(door clicks shut)
(ominous music)
This ends tonight, fucker!
Where are you?
- Wherever you want me to be.
(bat cracking)
Momma's boy.
(stun gun zapping)
(Wyatt grunting)
(bat cracking)
(footsteps thudding)
- Please don't hurt me, please.
- Oh shit, is that her?
- Oh my God, yeah, yeah.
- Grace!
Everybody has been
looking for you!
- Get off of me!
Let me go!
(intense music)
(Natty screaming)
(intense music)
(Natty screaming)
- Watch the movie.
Watch it!
- No!
- Watch the movie.
- Let me go.
(Natty screaming)
(knife slashing)
- That's right.
That's right.
- Look at it.
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
(Nate sniffing)
(eerie music)
- What kind of
conditioner do you use?
- Fuck you!
(suspenseful music)
- Britt!
Britt!
(suspenseful music)
I know what they did to you!
- You know nothing!
Do you know what it's
like to have a mother
living inside you,
rooting and nesting?
She's a prisoner of all her
movies and she is hungry.
Well, mommy asked me to feed
her and she said if I did,
she'd let me go.
So don't blame me.
She's the whore!
(Nate grunting)
(objects clattering)
(Nate grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(flame crackling)
- Go get her up,
get her upstairs!
(suspenseful music)
- Stop right there!
Don't move.
Don't fucking move!
(gun banging)
- Damn you all to hell!
(spirit roaring)
(Diane screaming)
(spirit hissing)
- Holy shsit.
(spirit roaring)
Come on!
- Go, go, go!
- Come on, we've got you.
(Grace crying)
Okay, easy.
(Grace crying)
- Wyatt, (indistinct)
- I'm coming, mom.
I'm coming.
- What the fuck was that?
(Wyatt coughing)
(Diane screaming)
- It's okay, it's fine.
It's Grace.
- He had her tied up-
- Get the fuck out, go!
Shit, fuck!
(Wyatt breathing heavily)
Go!
(sirens wailing)
(tense music)
- [Radio] 10-4,
just wanted to know
if you'd be headed
back (indistinct).
- Mommy!
- Oh, honey.
- Are you okay?
- I love you so much.
- We're okay.
Come on.
(stretcher clattering)
- You're some kind of hero, kid.
- [Robby] Not so bad yourself.
- How much is the
reward, by the way?
I'll tell your mom you're okay.
What's up, bro?
- What's going on?
- You all right?
- Not really.
- Yeah, me neither.
Where's Britt?
- I don't know,
she should be here.
- What do you mean?
She was right behind me.
- Yeah.
I mean, I saw her.
- Britt!
- Is she not here, dude?
- Dude.
Britt!
- Britt!
Hey, Britt!
- Hey, is Britt over there?
- No.
- Is she still inside?
Britt!
Britt?
Hey, Britt!
- Britt!
(soft music)
- Britt?
(creepy music)
(sirens wailing)
(creepy music continues)
(creepy music continues)
(creepy music continues)
(creepy music continues)
(creepy music continues)
(creepy music continues)
- [Wyatt] Britt!
Britt!
- [Robby] Britt,
Britt, where are you?
- [Wyatt] Britt,
are you in there?
(door rattling)
- [Robby] Britt!
- [Wyatt] Dude, where is she?
- [Robby] Hey, Britt,
open up, please.
Britt!
- [Wyatt] Britt,
Britt, are you in here?
Britt, open up!
- [Robby] Open up!
- [Wyatt] Britt, open, please!
- [Robby] Britt!
- Hey!
- Britt!
(creepy music)
(spirit growling)
(tense music)
(thunder cracking)
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(thunder cracking continues)
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