Pumpkins (2018) Movie Script
1
(slow, dramatic synth music)
(soft rock music)
- I hope you're all giving them
the right amount this time!
- [Shelly] I will, uncle.
Tea'll be ready soon.
(soft rock music)
- I want to eat
me dinner outside.
It's a lovely day.
- It's a bit cold
outside, isn't it?
- I wanna spend it near
me vegetable patch.
- All right, then.
- Thank you.
(soft rock music)
Well, pumpkins, you've been fed,
and I'm gonna have
my dinner now.
And then I'll, I'll come
on down and speak to ya.
I think that'll be nice.
The weather's lookin'
up, isn't it, today?
Mmm.
(soft mumbling)
I love ya, yeah.
Before, we've got competition.
That's all of ya,
every one of ya.
We should have a
good time together.
I'm having a good dinner,
a very good dinner.
(dramatic synth music)
(men chattering)
- [Johno] Danny?
(dramatic synth music)
(sniffles)
(spits)
- You know, I fuckin' hate
people like that, land owners.
I mean, just look at him!
Who does he think he is?
Talking to people like
us like we're scum.
- I fuckin' hate that
stupid pumpkin patch.
He's obsessed with it.
I bet he shags 'em
and everything.
- Did I tell you he threatened
to stab me the other day?
Yeah.
All because I threw a
fuckin' stick over his fence.
Said "We need to teach
you a bit of respect."
- He's the one who needs to
learn a bit of fuckin' respect.
Yeah, I reckon we
should teach him.
(underbrush crunching)
(water flowing)
(rock thuds)
(water flowing)
(grunts)
(rock thuds)
(water flowing)
(slow, dramatic music)
Pumpkin man, he is so gay
Fucks his pumpkins everyday
(dramatic synth music)
Pumpkin man, he's so gay
Fucks his pumpkins every day
(dramatic synth music)
- You little bastards!
- You can't go shootin' kids.
Just ignore them.
- They're forever
taunting me, Shelly.
Damn!
(slow, dramatic music)
(heavy breathing)
Oh.
(slow, dramatic synth music)
- [Johno] Is everything
all right, Danny?
(heavy breathing)
- Come on.
We'll get him when
he least expects it.
(yells)
(dramatic synth music)
(distressed mumbling)
- My babies.
(grunts)
(slow, dramatic synth music)
- Dammit, where are you?
(slow, dramatic synth music)
Uncle?
Uncle?
Where the fuck are you?
(slow, dramatic synth music)
Fuck.
(dramatic music)
(thuds)
(dramatic music)
- Fuck!
(dramatic music)
- You bastards.
What have you done
with my uncle?
- What in the fuck are you
talking about, you silly slag?
What?
(dramatic music)
(dramatic synth music)
- [Shelly] What the fuck?
(dramatic synth music)
(Danny yelling)
(dramatic synth music)
- Danny, Danny?
Hey, Danny?
You silly bitch.
(dramatic music)
(yells)
- Halloween's not
for another week.
(shucking)
(Johno yells)
So fuck you!
(Johno grunts)
(dramatic synth music)
(birds chirping)
(couple laughing)
(dramatic music)
- Stop.
Stop now, you bastard.
Stop it.
- You're not getting
away from me, sexy minx.
- This is supposed to be
a romantic night away,
stop teasing me.
- But it's so much fun, come on.
- Stop it!
Wait.
No.
Wait!
(man laughs)
Wait for me.
Wait.
Daz, wait.
Wait.
(slow, dramatic piano music)
(branch cracks)
(slow, dramatic piano music)
(slow, dramatic music)
(woman laughing)
(rain falling)
No.
Want a drink?
(slow, dramatic music)
(rain falling)
- Cheers.
(woman laughs)
(rain falling)
Babe.
I gotta take a leak.
- That's like the third time.
You're no annoying.
- It's these beers.
They just go right through me.
- Hurry up.
I am the whiteland warrior
Hurry up.
I am the warrior of why
I am the whiteland warrior
(rain falling)
I am the whiteland warrior
I am the warrior of why
I am the whiteland warrior
I am the warrior of why
I am the whiteland warrior
I am the warrior of why
Finally.
Have you finished?
Come on, it's raining.
(rain falling)
That zombie shit won't
work with me, love.
(rain falling)
(dramatic music)
(screaming)
(tent rips)
(screaming)
(shucking)
(woman screaming)
I feel the earth
beneath my feet
Feel the world
pulse to the beat
Lose myself in the moment
I feel the planets collide
Feel the grounds open wide
I'm with you when you decide
Let's lose this
crowd, let's move away
From this crowd
Let's lose this
crowd, let's move away
From this crowd
Let's lose this
crowd, let's move away
From this crowd
Let's lose this
crowd, let's move away
From this crowd
And if you don't
wanna be here
Then I don't wanna be here
Now I don't wanna be here
And if you choose
not to be here
We could just disappear
into the night
(synth rock music)
Something strange
comes over me
Something extraordinary
is happening here
It's a conscious divide
We'll leave the
people behind
We'll make it on
our own this time
Let's lose this
crowd, let's move away
From this crowd
Let's lose this
crowd, let's move away
From this crowd
Let's lose this
crowd, let's move away
From this crowd
Let's lose this
crowd, let's move away
From this crowd
And if you don't
wanna be here
Then I don't wanna be here
Yeah, I don't wanna be here
And if you choose
not to be here
We could just disappear
Into the night
(synth rock music)
- Right.
Remember to look out for
your missing team member.
The deal was to meet at the
first checkpoint by midday,
so if you're not there, you
have to make your own way
to base camp.
- Oh, um, what if they
don't make it back
to base camp in time?
- Tough shit.
We'll pick everybody up.
We'll send a search party
before dark, don't worry.
- Wow.
She's all bushy.
(chuckles)
(synth rock music)
We'll make it on
our own this time
We'll make it on
our own this time
Let's lose this crowd
On our own this time
We'll make it on
our own this time
Let's lose this crowd
On our own this time
We'll make it on
our own this time
Let's lose this crowd
On our own this time
We'll make it on
our own this time
Let's lose this crowd
On our own this time
We'll make it on
our own this time
Let's lose this crowd
If you don't wanna be here
This time
Then I don't wanna be here
This time
Let's lose this crowd
If you don't wanna be here
This time
Then I don't wanna be here
This time
Let's this crowd
- Shit.
If you don't wanna be here
Then I don't wanna be here
Let's lose this crowd
Oh, great.
Then I don't really
wanna be here
- All right, people.
Quick rundown.
Get out your maps.
(synth rock music)
- Oh.
Must be setting up camp.
Check this out,
I've got this down.
- Right.
(soft chattering)
(birds chirping)
- Thanks.
So we just walked up there...
(birds chirping)
(unzipping)
To that point.
(birds chirping)
(soft chattering)
- Hey, Alex?
What are you doing?
- What?
- [Lance] What are you doing?
- I was just setting my tent up.
Well, I was gonna
have a cup of tea.
- But why?
This is private land.
- What?
- He set up that tent quickly.
- It's a pop up, cocky bastard.
- Come on, put everything away.
We are heading to base camp.
- Oh bloody, I've
just set it all up,
it's gonna take me ages, man.
(hits)
(birds chirping)
(water flowing)
(underbrush crunches)
(water flowing)
(underbrush crunches)
(water flowing)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music)
- Hey.
(dramatic music)
You all right there?
(dramatic music)
(gasps)
(gags)
(heavy breathing)
(dramatic music)
(grunts)
(groans)
(wincing)
Oh, fuck.
Oh shit.
(dramatic music)
Oh, fuck.
(gasps)
Fuck.
- What the fuck are
you doing on my land?
This is private property.
I'm sick of you
people trespassing.
You need to get your
ass out of here.
(dramatic music)
- [Sam] Fuck.
(dramatic music)
(water flowing)
(birds chirping)
- Oh, what do you know.
We've lost another camper.
Where the hell is Alex?
- That Alex is a bit odd.
Why is he even here?
- I don't care, as
long as he's paying.
- Ah, I like the way you think.
- Right then.
As you can see, we've
arrived at base camp,
and it's nice to see that
at least some of you have
managed to keep up.
This is where you'll
be eating, sleeping,
and shitting for the
next few days, so,
get used to it.
- That's right, eating,
sleeping, and shitting.
- I think it's about
time for dinner, so,
you need to get together
as a group, make camp fire,
and your rations
are in your bags.
(water flowing)
(unzipping)
- Oh, sweet.
- Corn beef hash.
What's yours?
- Rice pudding.
(both groan)
- Now, now ladies.
That stuff puts
hair on your chest,
and will make you
big and strong.
- Oh, son.
Bangers and mash.
What you got?
Oh, no way.
Corn beef hash.
I love that stuff.
(groans)
One jealous camper right here.
(water flowing)
(wind blowing)
Where's Alex?
(water flowing)
(wind blowing)
(birds chirping)
- Fuck!
Why won't you go back to the
same fucking place you were in?
What fucking use are you, man?
(birds chirping)
I don't know even know
why I bought you for this
fucking expedition, I didn't
even wanna come here, man.
(underbrush crunching)
(birds chirping)
I bought you and even if
I wanted to sleep in you,
my legs would be
hanging out anyway,
'cause you're fucking pointless.
(birds chirping)
Yeah, you can pop out quickly.
What fucking use is that?
(birds chirping)
Fuck this thing.
(twig cracks)
(birds chirping)
Fuck you then!
You know what?
I'm just gonna
drop you in there.
And you can go the
fuck over there.
(cracking)
(dramatic music)
Hey, mate?
You all right?
(dramatic music)
Mate?
It's a bit weird that you're
lingering behind a tree.
(dramatic music)
(head thuds)
(dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
(wood cracks)
(dramatic music)
(shucking)
(Alex yells)
(cracking)
(Alex groans)
- Slowly.
- Yes.
- Oh, brilliant.
See?
We'll make survival
experts out of you yet.
- Just make sure you
keep on top of it.
At night time, it's freezing.
- [Sam] Help!
Somebody help!
Please, somebody help me!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, it's okay,
you made it to base camp.
It's all right now.
- Please.
Call the police.
- Why, what for?
- To call the police.
- What for?
You're here now, it's okay.
- I'm trying to explain,
but there's no time.
- You just got a bit
lost, that's all.
- I seen a body,
it was in the wood.
- I assure you--
- No, no, no, no, no.
- This place is very safe.
Most of the land
here is private.
- Yeah.
- No.
There was a tent, and
it was everywhere,
there was blood everywhere.
- Are you sure you've
had any water all day?
You know you might be
hallucinating if you're thirsty.
- What?
Are you guys thick?
- Calm down.
- Are you stupid?
- Shh.
- I've just told you
I've seen a dead
body in the woods.
- It's okay.
- Where you're staying, here.
- Guys, guys, this is great.
Are you telling me this
is like one of those
murder mystery type
weekends or something?
Should we go look
for the body, yeah?
- It's okay.
- Do you know what?
Fuck you lot.
The first building I find,
I'm calling the police.
Now fuck you!
Fuck off!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Oh.
(water flowing)
- Okay.
Joking aside, in all
seriousness, that
wasn't real, was it?
Like, she was either
totally off her head,
having a zone, or, that's
part of the survival weekend?
- That girl,
she's mental.
(slow, dramatic music)
(water flowing)
(people chattering)
(slow, dramatic music)
(water flowing)
(slow, dramatic music)
(splashing)
(splashing)
(slow, dramatic music)
(water flowing)
- I'm not being funny, Lance,
but we're gonna have to
find those other campers.
I know you dismissed
it a bit, but,
strange things can
happen in these woods.
- Hm.
What do you suggest we do?
- I dunno.
We could send 'em on a
mile long perimeter jog
and call it a training exercise.
- I hate jogging, um, why don't
we ask them to do something
that requires a lot of
time and concentration?
- I've got an idea.
(slow, dramatic music)
Right, pumpkins.
You're gonna make a big
soup, and it's gonna last
for about three days.
- You want us to make soup?
- [Lance] No, Tommy, we want
you to play football with them.
- Sweet, yes, good idea, cool.
- Of course we want
you to make soup,
with whatever you can
find around to cook with.
- Hey, wait a minute,
shouldn't we be trying to find
that Alex and that other crazy--
- Don't you worry about that.
You get on with the task,
me and Lance are gonna go
off and find the other two and
we'll bring them back here.
Okay?
- And what if you
don't find them,
and something happens
to us while you're gone?
- You'll be okay, and
we'll be okay, all right?
- Okay, ladies, come on.
I'm starving, let's go.
- Tommy, do you want to
start cutting the pumpkins
into chunks and me and
Macie will see if we can
find something to
start cooking in.
- [Tommy] Fuck that,
I'm gonna build myself
a Jack o' Lantern.
(slow, dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
(slow, dramatic music)
(shallow breathing)
(slow, dramatic music)
(shallow breathing)
(birds chirping)
(underbrush crunches)
(shallow breathing)
- Tommy?
Do you wanna bring those
pumpkin chunks over?
The water's nearly boiled.
- All right, yeah,
just give us a sec.
(dramatic music)
I'm just finishing the face.
(dramatic music)
(yells)
- Oh, my god.
(yelling)
- It bit my hand!
It bit my fucking fingers off!
(yells)
- It's okay, it's okay.
Macie?
- [Tommy] Will you
hurry the fuck up?
- [Jen] Macie!
Get the first aid kit.
- Where?
- [Jen] I don't fucking know!
I don't know!
(creature vocalizing)
(dramatic rock music)
- [Macie] Where are
his fucking fingers?
- Will you just shut
up and do something?
- [Macie] I'm fucking
doing something!
- [Jen] Okay, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, this is
gonna hurt, sorry.
(Tommy yells)
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
It's all right.
It's all right, it's okay.
It's all right, it's just
gonna stop the bleeding.
It's gonna stop the bleeding.
It's gonna be okay,
it's gonna be okay.
Okay.
- Jen, did you hear that?
(dramatic rock music)
(creature vocalizing)
(dramatic rock music)
(creature vocalizing)
(Macie screams)
(creature vocalizing)
(dramatic rock music)
(leaders chattering)
- What a great start to
the survival weekend.
- I couldn't agree more.
- [Denise] What a
dysfunctional set of people.
- Yep.
(dramatic rock music)
(birds chirping)
(leaders chattering)
(birds chirping)
- This is shit.
(sighs)
You all right?
- Yeah.
I just hate people.
- Anyone in particular?
- No.
I just hate people in general.
- You're in the wrong job, mate.
- I know, right?
- All right.
Okay.
(birds chirping)
Wait.
Did you hear something?
- Uh.
No?
- I could've sworn--
Look.
Over there.
- Is that a pumpkin?
(dramatic music)
- Fuck, it's got blood on it.
Jesus Christ.
(shucking)
Do you think it's--
Lance?
Lance?
(gasps)
No!
(distressed mumbling)
Please, don't!
Don't do it, please!
Stop!
Stop!
(screams)
(shucking)
(shucking)
(grunts)
(shucking)
(shucking)
(slow, dramatic synth music)
(upbeat music)
(bar goers laugh)
(upbeat music)
Shoveling shit
(laughing)
(upbeat music)
(banging)
(upbeat music)
Shoveling shit
(upbeat music)
Shoveling shit
(upbeat music)
(laughing)
- Hey, careful.
(panting)
(upbeat music)
Shoveling shit
(laughing)
(soft acoustic music)
(Sam panting)
- Shit, is that a pub?
If you don't see me around
The places where
I used to go
If people ask about me
Tell them you don't know
Nobody knows
- Want another
one, Mrs. Randall?
- Terrance.
- How many time have I got
to tell you, it's Terry.
- I prefer to refer
to people by their
proper Christian
names, thank you.
- All right.
(laughing)
- Careful, Terry.
Carry on like that,
before you know it,
she'll be giving you a ride
in that rock chair of hers.
(laughing)
- Aye.
I bet she's right wrong
in the sack. (laughing)
- Watch it you two.
You can laugh all you like.
I barely can pass a woman
upstairs these days.
(laughing)
(glasses clinking)
- I grabbed him by his scruffy
neck, and I said to him,
I said, "If you don't
wind your neck in, boy,
"I'm gonna ram this red-hot
poker right up your asshole."
- [Man] Bloody hell, Dave.
- What?
His rainbow home
(men laughing)
(chattering)
- [Pam] You all
right there, darling?
- Can I have some water, please?
- [Pam] You look like
you need a cold shower,
let alone a drink.
(staggered breathing)
- Is she okay, love?
I say, are you with
that rambling pack?
- What?
- Rambling, you know, ramblers.
- Not a lot of them ramblers
around here lately, Stan.
- Ah.
- And doggers.
- What?
- Doggers.
- Dog walkers.
- Yeah, that's what I meant.
We had some strange
ramblers 'round
here last week
though, didn't we?
- Aye, the rough ramblers.
- Naked ramblers.
- Aye, you see, I've
never understood that.
Can you get nettles in
your nether regions?
- I need to call the police.
- So why would you
want to do that for?
- I seen something in the wood.
It was terrible.
- All right, come on darling,
tell us what you saw.
- Where's your phone?
I need to call the police.
- Look, just calm down and--
- Don't tell me to calm down!
There's a body in the
woods, without a head,
so we need to call
the police now.
- Aye, there's a lot
of strange stuff going
on around the moors.
You folk who aren't
from around here,
you need to be more careful.
You don't know moors like we do.
- Aye.
And you're best off steering
clear of them woods as well.
- God.
- Come on darling,
you've only had a fright.
Let me take you to the phone,
and we can sort this
out there, all right?
- Let's go.
- I'm leavin'.
Let's see if I can find a
serial killer on the way home,
with any luck.
- Yeah, and being jumped
by an ax-wielding homicidal
maniac works for me, too.
- Welp, lads.
Rambo's on a war path.
(laughing)
(slow, dramatic synth music)
- What in the fuck?
(slow, dramatic synth music)
(shucking)
(spits)
(slow, dramatic synth music)
- Tommy, you look really pale.
- I'm fine.
- Are you kidding me?
You lost a shit load of blood.
- I said I'm fine.
- Where's Macie?
Macie?
- Macie?
- Macie!
- [Macie] I'm here.
(heavy breathing)
- Jesus Christ, Macie.
Don't walk off like that.
(Tommy coughs)
- I heard someone walking.
So I thought it was the
leaders, so I came to look.
No one's here.
Guys, I'm really scared.
- Don't tell me, line's dead?
- The line's dead.
(Sam gasps)
(wind blowing)
- You haven't been paying
your electric bill, Stan?
- Well the lines are dead,
but it happened before
the lights went out.
- Do you all believe me now?
There's something really
weird going on out there.
(banging)
(dramatic music)
- The bloody door's open.
Why don't they just come in?
- Just move out
of the way, love.
(dramatic music)
Who's there?
Just open the door, mate.
(dramatic music)
(laughing)
(yelling)
Christ!
- Can you not see
how messed up this?
Do you believe me now, do you?
- Will you just
calm down, will ya?
- Well don't you look
at me like I'm an idiot.
- Oh, this is ridiculous.
I'm gonna go out there and
give 'em a bit of a poke.
- Nobody is going
out there except her.
She were the one that
brought that thing here,
whatever it is.
- I didn't bring anything here.
- Yeah, well how do we know
it's not your bloody doing?
- [Pam] Everybody quiet!
Stan, get that body
out of the pub and shut
the bloody door.
- Oh, bloody hell.
(door slams)
(Stan grunts)
- Who cares who
brought what where.
I'm more concerned
about the fact there's a
killer in our woods.
Now, if you lot are finished
flapping your skirts
around long enough, we're gonna
lock the doors and windows
and stay put.
No one goes anywhere unless
either the police get here,
or it's day light.
Do I make myself clear?
(grunting)
- We can't stay here all night.
- I feel weak.
- We can't move.
- We need a plan.
We need to move fast.
- I don't think I can.
- You can stay here all night
if you like, Macie, but,
personally I, I refuse
to die due to blood loss
because of some fucking pumpkin.
- I say we run.
Same direction Sam went.
She must've found somewhere.
Otherwise she
would've come back.
- Like Lance and Denise.
- Maybe they're all dead.
Yeah, this is a perfect
place for us to be killed.
This is a horror film
waiting to fucking happen.
- Shh.
Stop it!
Stay focused.
Right.
I'm gonna count to three.
And then we're gonna
run as fast as we can
through the woods
until we get out, okay?
- Okay.
- Okay.
- One,
two,
three.
(slow, dramatic music)
- [Tommy] Oh, Jen!
(slow, dramatic music)
(heavy breathing)
(Macie yelps)
- Guys, wait.
(heavy breathing)
Guys?
(heavy breathing)
(slow, dramatic synth music)
(choking)
(slow, dramatic synth music)
(slow, dramatic synth music)
(whimpering)
(screaming)
- Come on.
There's a pub, Tommy.
Where's Macie?
Tommy, where the fuck is Macie?
- Shit.
(grunts)
- You've gotta get up, come on.
We need to just get safe
and get into that pub.
Come on, there's gotta
be people in there,
and we're gonna be all right.
(wind blowing)
(pounding on door)
Hello?
Please!
Is there someone in there?
(wind blowing)
(pounding on door)
(wind blowing)
- We should let
her in, you know.
- Why?
- She's one of the campers
that I was with from earlier.
They've been in the woods.
- [Jen] Please!
We've been attacked,
my friend's bleeding.
- [Stan] Oh, you'd
best let her in, love.
(wind blowing)
Oh bloody hell, get him in here.
Come here. (grunts)
(wind blowing)
(Tommy grunting)
- [Pam] What happened?
- He was bitten.
He bit his fingers
off and then Macie,
we lost her in the woods.
I heard her scream.
- [Tommy] Pumpkin.
- What?
(Tommy whimpers)
What happened to
the camp guides?
- They went missing, too.
They never came back.
I don't know what
happened to them.
- I think I know.
- What do you mean?
- Didn't you see the
body outside the door?
- What body?
- Huh?
(wind blowing)
(man coughs)
(wind blowing)
- It's gone.
The bloody body's gone.
- All right.
That's it.
This shit is pissing me off.
Who's coming with me?
Well I'm not waiting around
here to get picked off
one by one like in some
shitty horror movie.
I'm going out there
and I'm gonna shoot it,
and if I have to, I'll kill it.
- [Man] Right, I'm
with you, miss.
- I gotta try and find Macie.
I'm coming with you.
(wind blowing)
- Oh, bloody hell,
it's freezin'.
I'm gonna go get me big coat.
- Terrance?
- What?
- Where's Clive?
- Clive, we took one
step outside the pub,
and he's off on his toes home,
skidding on his shits.
Yellow bellied bastard.
And what happened to
them mariachi fellas?
You know, them guitarist thing?
(wind blowing)
- Bloody hell, that's better.
Come on, son.
Hold on, love.
(wind blowing)
(slow, dramatic music)
(fantastical, eerie music)
(man yelling)
(people yelling)
(cracking)
(yelling)
- What the hell?
He's a pumpkin!
(dramatic rock music)
- Oh shit.
(dramatic rock music)
(Stan mumbling)
(fantastical eerie music)
(hits)
(yelling)
- [Pam] Stan!
- Leave him there, he's
better if he thinks he's dead.
(Stan whimpering)
(people yelling)
(slow, dramatic music)
You can't go back,
you need to stay here.
- No.
Stan's--
- You can't go back.
You just need to calm down,
we've got to leave him.
- What happened?
- The man, pumpkin head.
- [Mrs. Randall] Go see if
you can get the door open.
- But they've locked us out.
- Just go!
- You can't go after Stan.
Stan's dead, Pam, Stan's dead.
- No!
(Pam sobbing)
- He's not coming back.
Oh, Stan.
(slow, dramatic rock music)
(pounding)
- [Man] Open the door.
Come on, you need
to let us in now.
- Don't you fucking
dare open that door.
We're safe in here.
No fucking way!
(pounding on door)
(pounding on door)
- [Man] For fuck's sake!
He's coming for us.
(Tommy sobbing)
(slow, dramatic rock music)
(slow, dramatic rock music)
(shucking)
(dramatic rock music)
(dramatic, eerie music)
Would you like to follow me
What's lurking in the shadow
His voice is kind of hollow
Would you like to follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
(slow, eerie music)
(eerie music)
- My babies.
(rooster crows)
(dramatic synth rock music)
You can run, you can hide
You got the
secret to survive
To hide
And in twists and turns
Can you feel the burn
As it burns
It caps and collides
deep down inside
Inside
Solitary eyes
In her dreams,
she likes to fly
And into the night
She gets a thrill
from the bite
(dramatic synth rock music)
The noises appear when
you're filled with fear
Fear
Tarnished words
spilling out as a slur
As a slur
And a overture faced
with an empty stir
A stir
Solitary eyes
In her dreams
she likes to fly
Into the night
She gets a thrill
from the bite
Solitary eyes
In her dreams
she likes to fly
Into the night
She gets a thrill
from the bite
(dramatic synth rock music)
The ride
As it rides
Inside
Solitary eyes
In her dreams
she likes to sly
Into the night
She gets a the
thrill from the bite
Solitary eyes
In her dreams
she likes to fly
Into the night
She gets a thrill
from the bite
(dramatic synth rock music)
(knocking)
- Trick or treat.
(gasps)
- What a scary costume.
- Thank you.
- Now,
would you like
sweets, or chocolate?
- Chocolate, please.
- There you go.
- Thank you.
This is all mine.
(eerie, dramatic music)
(Mia screaming)
(slow, dramatic synth music)
(soft rock music)
- I hope you're all giving them
the right amount this time!
- [Shelly] I will, uncle.
Tea'll be ready soon.
(soft rock music)
- I want to eat
me dinner outside.
It's a lovely day.
- It's a bit cold
outside, isn't it?
- I wanna spend it near
me vegetable patch.
- All right, then.
- Thank you.
(soft rock music)
Well, pumpkins, you've been fed,
and I'm gonna have
my dinner now.
And then I'll, I'll come
on down and speak to ya.
I think that'll be nice.
The weather's lookin'
up, isn't it, today?
Mmm.
(soft mumbling)
I love ya, yeah.
Before, we've got competition.
That's all of ya,
every one of ya.
We should have a
good time together.
I'm having a good dinner,
a very good dinner.
(dramatic synth music)
(men chattering)
- [Johno] Danny?
(dramatic synth music)
(sniffles)
(spits)
- You know, I fuckin' hate
people like that, land owners.
I mean, just look at him!
Who does he think he is?
Talking to people like
us like we're scum.
- I fuckin' hate that
stupid pumpkin patch.
He's obsessed with it.
I bet he shags 'em
and everything.
- Did I tell you he threatened
to stab me the other day?
Yeah.
All because I threw a
fuckin' stick over his fence.
Said "We need to teach
you a bit of respect."
- He's the one who needs to
learn a bit of fuckin' respect.
Yeah, I reckon we
should teach him.
(underbrush crunching)
(water flowing)
(rock thuds)
(water flowing)
(grunts)
(rock thuds)
(water flowing)
(slow, dramatic music)
Pumpkin man, he is so gay
Fucks his pumpkins everyday
(dramatic synth music)
Pumpkin man, he's so gay
Fucks his pumpkins every day
(dramatic synth music)
- You little bastards!
- You can't go shootin' kids.
Just ignore them.
- They're forever
taunting me, Shelly.
Damn!
(slow, dramatic music)
(heavy breathing)
Oh.
(slow, dramatic synth music)
- [Johno] Is everything
all right, Danny?
(heavy breathing)
- Come on.
We'll get him when
he least expects it.
(yells)
(dramatic synth music)
(distressed mumbling)
- My babies.
(grunts)
(slow, dramatic synth music)
- Dammit, where are you?
(slow, dramatic synth music)
Uncle?
Uncle?
Where the fuck are you?
(slow, dramatic synth music)
Fuck.
(dramatic music)
(thuds)
(dramatic music)
- Fuck!
(dramatic music)
- You bastards.
What have you done
with my uncle?
- What in the fuck are you
talking about, you silly slag?
What?
(dramatic music)
(dramatic synth music)
- [Shelly] What the fuck?
(dramatic synth music)
(Danny yelling)
(dramatic synth music)
- Danny, Danny?
Hey, Danny?
You silly bitch.
(dramatic music)
(yells)
- Halloween's not
for another week.
(shucking)
(Johno yells)
So fuck you!
(Johno grunts)
(dramatic synth music)
(birds chirping)
(couple laughing)
(dramatic music)
- Stop.
Stop now, you bastard.
Stop it.
- You're not getting
away from me, sexy minx.
- This is supposed to be
a romantic night away,
stop teasing me.
- But it's so much fun, come on.
- Stop it!
Wait.
No.
Wait!
(man laughs)
Wait for me.
Wait.
Daz, wait.
Wait.
(slow, dramatic piano music)
(branch cracks)
(slow, dramatic piano music)
(slow, dramatic music)
(woman laughing)
(rain falling)
No.
Want a drink?
(slow, dramatic music)
(rain falling)
- Cheers.
(woman laughs)
(rain falling)
Babe.
I gotta take a leak.
- That's like the third time.
You're no annoying.
- It's these beers.
They just go right through me.
- Hurry up.
I am the whiteland warrior
Hurry up.
I am the warrior of why
I am the whiteland warrior
(rain falling)
I am the whiteland warrior
I am the warrior of why
I am the whiteland warrior
I am the warrior of why
I am the whiteland warrior
I am the warrior of why
Finally.
Have you finished?
Come on, it's raining.
(rain falling)
That zombie shit won't
work with me, love.
(rain falling)
(dramatic music)
(screaming)
(tent rips)
(screaming)
(shucking)
(woman screaming)
I feel the earth
beneath my feet
Feel the world
pulse to the beat
Lose myself in the moment
I feel the planets collide
Feel the grounds open wide
I'm with you when you decide
Let's lose this
crowd, let's move away
From this crowd
Let's lose this
crowd, let's move away
From this crowd
Let's lose this
crowd, let's move away
From this crowd
Let's lose this
crowd, let's move away
From this crowd
And if you don't
wanna be here
Then I don't wanna be here
Now I don't wanna be here
And if you choose
not to be here
We could just disappear
into the night
(synth rock music)
Something strange
comes over me
Something extraordinary
is happening here
It's a conscious divide
We'll leave the
people behind
We'll make it on
our own this time
Let's lose this
crowd, let's move away
From this crowd
Let's lose this
crowd, let's move away
From this crowd
Let's lose this
crowd, let's move away
From this crowd
Let's lose this
crowd, let's move away
From this crowd
And if you don't
wanna be here
Then I don't wanna be here
Yeah, I don't wanna be here
And if you choose
not to be here
We could just disappear
Into the night
(synth rock music)
- Right.
Remember to look out for
your missing team member.
The deal was to meet at the
first checkpoint by midday,
so if you're not there, you
have to make your own way
to base camp.
- Oh, um, what if they
don't make it back
to base camp in time?
- Tough shit.
We'll pick everybody up.
We'll send a search party
before dark, don't worry.
- Wow.
She's all bushy.
(chuckles)
(synth rock music)
We'll make it on
our own this time
We'll make it on
our own this time
Let's lose this crowd
On our own this time
We'll make it on
our own this time
Let's lose this crowd
On our own this time
We'll make it on
our own this time
Let's lose this crowd
On our own this time
We'll make it on
our own this time
Let's lose this crowd
On our own this time
We'll make it on
our own this time
Let's lose this crowd
If you don't wanna be here
This time
Then I don't wanna be here
This time
Let's lose this crowd
If you don't wanna be here
This time
Then I don't wanna be here
This time
Let's this crowd
- Shit.
If you don't wanna be here
Then I don't wanna be here
Let's lose this crowd
Oh, great.
Then I don't really
wanna be here
- All right, people.
Quick rundown.
Get out your maps.
(synth rock music)
- Oh.
Must be setting up camp.
Check this out,
I've got this down.
- Right.
(soft chattering)
(birds chirping)
- Thanks.
So we just walked up there...
(birds chirping)
(unzipping)
To that point.
(birds chirping)
(soft chattering)
- Hey, Alex?
What are you doing?
- What?
- [Lance] What are you doing?
- I was just setting my tent up.
Well, I was gonna
have a cup of tea.
- But why?
This is private land.
- What?
- He set up that tent quickly.
- It's a pop up, cocky bastard.
- Come on, put everything away.
We are heading to base camp.
- Oh bloody, I've
just set it all up,
it's gonna take me ages, man.
(hits)
(birds chirping)
(water flowing)
(underbrush crunches)
(water flowing)
(underbrush crunches)
(water flowing)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music)
- Hey.
(dramatic music)
You all right there?
(dramatic music)
(gasps)
(gags)
(heavy breathing)
(dramatic music)
(grunts)
(groans)
(wincing)
Oh, fuck.
Oh shit.
(dramatic music)
Oh, fuck.
(gasps)
Fuck.
- What the fuck are
you doing on my land?
This is private property.
I'm sick of you
people trespassing.
You need to get your
ass out of here.
(dramatic music)
- [Sam] Fuck.
(dramatic music)
(water flowing)
(birds chirping)
- Oh, what do you know.
We've lost another camper.
Where the hell is Alex?
- That Alex is a bit odd.
Why is he even here?
- I don't care, as
long as he's paying.
- Ah, I like the way you think.
- Right then.
As you can see, we've
arrived at base camp,
and it's nice to see that
at least some of you have
managed to keep up.
This is where you'll
be eating, sleeping,
and shitting for the
next few days, so,
get used to it.
- That's right, eating,
sleeping, and shitting.
- I think it's about
time for dinner, so,
you need to get together
as a group, make camp fire,
and your rations
are in your bags.
(water flowing)
(unzipping)
- Oh, sweet.
- Corn beef hash.
What's yours?
- Rice pudding.
(both groan)
- Now, now ladies.
That stuff puts
hair on your chest,
and will make you
big and strong.
- Oh, son.
Bangers and mash.
What you got?
Oh, no way.
Corn beef hash.
I love that stuff.
(groans)
One jealous camper right here.
(water flowing)
(wind blowing)
Where's Alex?
(water flowing)
(wind blowing)
(birds chirping)
- Fuck!
Why won't you go back to the
same fucking place you were in?
What fucking use are you, man?
(birds chirping)
I don't know even know
why I bought you for this
fucking expedition, I didn't
even wanna come here, man.
(underbrush crunching)
(birds chirping)
I bought you and even if
I wanted to sleep in you,
my legs would be
hanging out anyway,
'cause you're fucking pointless.
(birds chirping)
Yeah, you can pop out quickly.
What fucking use is that?
(birds chirping)
Fuck this thing.
(twig cracks)
(birds chirping)
Fuck you then!
You know what?
I'm just gonna
drop you in there.
And you can go the
fuck over there.
(cracking)
(dramatic music)
Hey, mate?
You all right?
(dramatic music)
Mate?
It's a bit weird that you're
lingering behind a tree.
(dramatic music)
(head thuds)
(dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
(wood cracks)
(dramatic music)
(shucking)
(Alex yells)
(cracking)
(Alex groans)
- Slowly.
- Yes.
- Oh, brilliant.
See?
We'll make survival
experts out of you yet.
- Just make sure you
keep on top of it.
At night time, it's freezing.
- [Sam] Help!
Somebody help!
Please, somebody help me!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, it's okay,
you made it to base camp.
It's all right now.
- Please.
Call the police.
- Why, what for?
- To call the police.
- What for?
You're here now, it's okay.
- I'm trying to explain,
but there's no time.
- You just got a bit
lost, that's all.
- I seen a body,
it was in the wood.
- I assure you--
- No, no, no, no, no.
- This place is very safe.
Most of the land
here is private.
- Yeah.
- No.
There was a tent, and
it was everywhere,
there was blood everywhere.
- Are you sure you've
had any water all day?
You know you might be
hallucinating if you're thirsty.
- What?
Are you guys thick?
- Calm down.
- Are you stupid?
- Shh.
- I've just told you
I've seen a dead
body in the woods.
- It's okay.
- Where you're staying, here.
- Guys, guys, this is great.
Are you telling me this
is like one of those
murder mystery type
weekends or something?
Should we go look
for the body, yeah?
- It's okay.
- Do you know what?
Fuck you lot.
The first building I find,
I'm calling the police.
Now fuck you!
Fuck off!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Oh.
(water flowing)
- Okay.
Joking aside, in all
seriousness, that
wasn't real, was it?
Like, she was either
totally off her head,
having a zone, or, that's
part of the survival weekend?
- That girl,
she's mental.
(slow, dramatic music)
(water flowing)
(people chattering)
(slow, dramatic music)
(water flowing)
(slow, dramatic music)
(splashing)
(splashing)
(slow, dramatic music)
(water flowing)
- I'm not being funny, Lance,
but we're gonna have to
find those other campers.
I know you dismissed
it a bit, but,
strange things can
happen in these woods.
- Hm.
What do you suggest we do?
- I dunno.
We could send 'em on a
mile long perimeter jog
and call it a training exercise.
- I hate jogging, um, why don't
we ask them to do something
that requires a lot of
time and concentration?
- I've got an idea.
(slow, dramatic music)
Right, pumpkins.
You're gonna make a big
soup, and it's gonna last
for about three days.
- You want us to make soup?
- [Lance] No, Tommy, we want
you to play football with them.
- Sweet, yes, good idea, cool.
- Of course we want
you to make soup,
with whatever you can
find around to cook with.
- Hey, wait a minute,
shouldn't we be trying to find
that Alex and that other crazy--
- Don't you worry about that.
You get on with the task,
me and Lance are gonna go
off and find the other two and
we'll bring them back here.
Okay?
- And what if you
don't find them,
and something happens
to us while you're gone?
- You'll be okay, and
we'll be okay, all right?
- Okay, ladies, come on.
I'm starving, let's go.
- Tommy, do you want to
start cutting the pumpkins
into chunks and me and
Macie will see if we can
find something to
start cooking in.
- [Tommy] Fuck that,
I'm gonna build myself
a Jack o' Lantern.
(slow, dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
(slow, dramatic music)
(shallow breathing)
(slow, dramatic music)
(shallow breathing)
(birds chirping)
(underbrush crunches)
(shallow breathing)
- Tommy?
Do you wanna bring those
pumpkin chunks over?
The water's nearly boiled.
- All right, yeah,
just give us a sec.
(dramatic music)
I'm just finishing the face.
(dramatic music)
(yells)
- Oh, my god.
(yelling)
- It bit my hand!
It bit my fucking fingers off!
(yells)
- It's okay, it's okay.
Macie?
- [Tommy] Will you
hurry the fuck up?
- [Jen] Macie!
Get the first aid kit.
- Where?
- [Jen] I don't fucking know!
I don't know!
(creature vocalizing)
(dramatic rock music)
- [Macie] Where are
his fucking fingers?
- Will you just shut
up and do something?
- [Macie] I'm fucking
doing something!
- [Jen] Okay, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, this is
gonna hurt, sorry.
(Tommy yells)
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
It's all right.
It's all right, it's okay.
It's all right, it's just
gonna stop the bleeding.
It's gonna stop the bleeding.
It's gonna be okay,
it's gonna be okay.
Okay.
- Jen, did you hear that?
(dramatic rock music)
(creature vocalizing)
(dramatic rock music)
(creature vocalizing)
(Macie screams)
(creature vocalizing)
(dramatic rock music)
(leaders chattering)
- What a great start to
the survival weekend.
- I couldn't agree more.
- [Denise] What a
dysfunctional set of people.
- Yep.
(dramatic rock music)
(birds chirping)
(leaders chattering)
(birds chirping)
- This is shit.
(sighs)
You all right?
- Yeah.
I just hate people.
- Anyone in particular?
- No.
I just hate people in general.
- You're in the wrong job, mate.
- I know, right?
- All right.
Okay.
(birds chirping)
Wait.
Did you hear something?
- Uh.
No?
- I could've sworn--
Look.
Over there.
- Is that a pumpkin?
(dramatic music)
- Fuck, it's got blood on it.
Jesus Christ.
(shucking)
Do you think it's--
Lance?
Lance?
(gasps)
No!
(distressed mumbling)
Please, don't!
Don't do it, please!
Stop!
Stop!
(screams)
(shucking)
(shucking)
(grunts)
(shucking)
(shucking)
(slow, dramatic synth music)
(upbeat music)
(bar goers laugh)
(upbeat music)
Shoveling shit
(laughing)
(upbeat music)
(banging)
(upbeat music)
Shoveling shit
(upbeat music)
Shoveling shit
(upbeat music)
(laughing)
- Hey, careful.
(panting)
(upbeat music)
Shoveling shit
(laughing)
(soft acoustic music)
(Sam panting)
- Shit, is that a pub?
If you don't see me around
The places where
I used to go
If people ask about me
Tell them you don't know
Nobody knows
- Want another
one, Mrs. Randall?
- Terrance.
- How many time have I got
to tell you, it's Terry.
- I prefer to refer
to people by their
proper Christian
names, thank you.
- All right.
(laughing)
- Careful, Terry.
Carry on like that,
before you know it,
she'll be giving you a ride
in that rock chair of hers.
(laughing)
- Aye.
I bet she's right wrong
in the sack. (laughing)
- Watch it you two.
You can laugh all you like.
I barely can pass a woman
upstairs these days.
(laughing)
(glasses clinking)
- I grabbed him by his scruffy
neck, and I said to him,
I said, "If you don't
wind your neck in, boy,
"I'm gonna ram this red-hot
poker right up your asshole."
- [Man] Bloody hell, Dave.
- What?
His rainbow home
(men laughing)
(chattering)
- [Pam] You all
right there, darling?
- Can I have some water, please?
- [Pam] You look like
you need a cold shower,
let alone a drink.
(staggered breathing)
- Is she okay, love?
I say, are you with
that rambling pack?
- What?
- Rambling, you know, ramblers.
- Not a lot of them ramblers
around here lately, Stan.
- Ah.
- And doggers.
- What?
- Doggers.
- Dog walkers.
- Yeah, that's what I meant.
We had some strange
ramblers 'round
here last week
though, didn't we?
- Aye, the rough ramblers.
- Naked ramblers.
- Aye, you see, I've
never understood that.
Can you get nettles in
your nether regions?
- I need to call the police.
- So why would you
want to do that for?
- I seen something in the wood.
It was terrible.
- All right, come on darling,
tell us what you saw.
- Where's your phone?
I need to call the police.
- Look, just calm down and--
- Don't tell me to calm down!
There's a body in the
woods, without a head,
so we need to call
the police now.
- Aye, there's a lot
of strange stuff going
on around the moors.
You folk who aren't
from around here,
you need to be more careful.
You don't know moors like we do.
- Aye.
And you're best off steering
clear of them woods as well.
- God.
- Come on darling,
you've only had a fright.
Let me take you to the phone,
and we can sort this
out there, all right?
- Let's go.
- I'm leavin'.
Let's see if I can find a
serial killer on the way home,
with any luck.
- Yeah, and being jumped
by an ax-wielding homicidal
maniac works for me, too.
- Welp, lads.
Rambo's on a war path.
(laughing)
(slow, dramatic synth music)
- What in the fuck?
(slow, dramatic synth music)
(shucking)
(spits)
(slow, dramatic synth music)
- Tommy, you look really pale.
- I'm fine.
- Are you kidding me?
You lost a shit load of blood.
- I said I'm fine.
- Where's Macie?
Macie?
- Macie?
- Macie!
- [Macie] I'm here.
(heavy breathing)
- Jesus Christ, Macie.
Don't walk off like that.
(Tommy coughs)
- I heard someone walking.
So I thought it was the
leaders, so I came to look.
No one's here.
Guys, I'm really scared.
- Don't tell me, line's dead?
- The line's dead.
(Sam gasps)
(wind blowing)
- You haven't been paying
your electric bill, Stan?
- Well the lines are dead,
but it happened before
the lights went out.
- Do you all believe me now?
There's something really
weird going on out there.
(banging)
(dramatic music)
- The bloody door's open.
Why don't they just come in?
- Just move out
of the way, love.
(dramatic music)
Who's there?
Just open the door, mate.
(dramatic music)
(laughing)
(yelling)
Christ!
- Can you not see
how messed up this?
Do you believe me now, do you?
- Will you just
calm down, will ya?
- Well don't you look
at me like I'm an idiot.
- Oh, this is ridiculous.
I'm gonna go out there and
give 'em a bit of a poke.
- Nobody is going
out there except her.
She were the one that
brought that thing here,
whatever it is.
- I didn't bring anything here.
- Yeah, well how do we know
it's not your bloody doing?
- [Pam] Everybody quiet!
Stan, get that body
out of the pub and shut
the bloody door.
- Oh, bloody hell.
(door slams)
(Stan grunts)
- Who cares who
brought what where.
I'm more concerned
about the fact there's a
killer in our woods.
Now, if you lot are finished
flapping your skirts
around long enough, we're gonna
lock the doors and windows
and stay put.
No one goes anywhere unless
either the police get here,
or it's day light.
Do I make myself clear?
(grunting)
- We can't stay here all night.
- I feel weak.
- We can't move.
- We need a plan.
We need to move fast.
- I don't think I can.
- You can stay here all night
if you like, Macie, but,
personally I, I refuse
to die due to blood loss
because of some fucking pumpkin.
- I say we run.
Same direction Sam went.
She must've found somewhere.
Otherwise she
would've come back.
- Like Lance and Denise.
- Maybe they're all dead.
Yeah, this is a perfect
place for us to be killed.
This is a horror film
waiting to fucking happen.
- Shh.
Stop it!
Stay focused.
Right.
I'm gonna count to three.
And then we're gonna
run as fast as we can
through the woods
until we get out, okay?
- Okay.
- Okay.
- One,
two,
three.
(slow, dramatic music)
- [Tommy] Oh, Jen!
(slow, dramatic music)
(heavy breathing)
(Macie yelps)
- Guys, wait.
(heavy breathing)
Guys?
(heavy breathing)
(slow, dramatic synth music)
(choking)
(slow, dramatic synth music)
(slow, dramatic synth music)
(whimpering)
(screaming)
- Come on.
There's a pub, Tommy.
Where's Macie?
Tommy, where the fuck is Macie?
- Shit.
(grunts)
- You've gotta get up, come on.
We need to just get safe
and get into that pub.
Come on, there's gotta
be people in there,
and we're gonna be all right.
(wind blowing)
(pounding on door)
Hello?
Please!
Is there someone in there?
(wind blowing)
(pounding on door)
(wind blowing)
- We should let
her in, you know.
- Why?
- She's one of the campers
that I was with from earlier.
They've been in the woods.
- [Jen] Please!
We've been attacked,
my friend's bleeding.
- [Stan] Oh, you'd
best let her in, love.
(wind blowing)
Oh bloody hell, get him in here.
Come here. (grunts)
(wind blowing)
(Tommy grunting)
- [Pam] What happened?
- He was bitten.
He bit his fingers
off and then Macie,
we lost her in the woods.
I heard her scream.
- [Tommy] Pumpkin.
- What?
(Tommy whimpers)
What happened to
the camp guides?
- They went missing, too.
They never came back.
I don't know what
happened to them.
- I think I know.
- What do you mean?
- Didn't you see the
body outside the door?
- What body?
- Huh?
(wind blowing)
(man coughs)
(wind blowing)
- It's gone.
The bloody body's gone.
- All right.
That's it.
This shit is pissing me off.
Who's coming with me?
Well I'm not waiting around
here to get picked off
one by one like in some
shitty horror movie.
I'm going out there
and I'm gonna shoot it,
and if I have to, I'll kill it.
- [Man] Right, I'm
with you, miss.
- I gotta try and find Macie.
I'm coming with you.
(wind blowing)
- Oh, bloody hell,
it's freezin'.
I'm gonna go get me big coat.
- Terrance?
- What?
- Where's Clive?
- Clive, we took one
step outside the pub,
and he's off on his toes home,
skidding on his shits.
Yellow bellied bastard.
And what happened to
them mariachi fellas?
You know, them guitarist thing?
(wind blowing)
- Bloody hell, that's better.
Come on, son.
Hold on, love.
(wind blowing)
(slow, dramatic music)
(fantastical, eerie music)
(man yelling)
(people yelling)
(cracking)
(yelling)
- What the hell?
He's a pumpkin!
(dramatic rock music)
- Oh shit.
(dramatic rock music)
(Stan mumbling)
(fantastical eerie music)
(hits)
(yelling)
- [Pam] Stan!
- Leave him there, he's
better if he thinks he's dead.
(Stan whimpering)
(people yelling)
(slow, dramatic music)
You can't go back,
you need to stay here.
- No.
Stan's--
- You can't go back.
You just need to calm down,
we've got to leave him.
- What happened?
- The man, pumpkin head.
- [Mrs. Randall] Go see if
you can get the door open.
- But they've locked us out.
- Just go!
- You can't go after Stan.
Stan's dead, Pam, Stan's dead.
- No!
(Pam sobbing)
- He's not coming back.
Oh, Stan.
(slow, dramatic rock music)
(pounding)
- [Man] Open the door.
Come on, you need
to let us in now.
- Don't you fucking
dare open that door.
We're safe in here.
No fucking way!
(pounding on door)
(pounding on door)
- [Man] For fuck's sake!
He's coming for us.
(Tommy sobbing)
(slow, dramatic rock music)
(slow, dramatic rock music)
(shucking)
(dramatic rock music)
(dramatic, eerie music)
Would you like to follow me
What's lurking in the shadow
His voice is kind of hollow
Would you like to follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
(slow, eerie music)
(eerie music)
- My babies.
(rooster crows)
(dramatic synth rock music)
You can run, you can hide
You got the
secret to survive
To hide
And in twists and turns
Can you feel the burn
As it burns
It caps and collides
deep down inside
Inside
Solitary eyes
In her dreams,
she likes to fly
And into the night
She gets a thrill
from the bite
(dramatic synth rock music)
The noises appear when
you're filled with fear
Fear
Tarnished words
spilling out as a slur
As a slur
And a overture faced
with an empty stir
A stir
Solitary eyes
In her dreams
she likes to fly
Into the night
She gets a thrill
from the bite
Solitary eyes
In her dreams
she likes to fly
Into the night
She gets a thrill
from the bite
(dramatic synth rock music)
The ride
As it rides
Inside
Solitary eyes
In her dreams
she likes to sly
Into the night
She gets a the
thrill from the bite
Solitary eyes
In her dreams
she likes to fly
Into the night
She gets a thrill
from the bite
(dramatic synth rock music)
(knocking)
- Trick or treat.
(gasps)
- What a scary costume.
- Thank you.
- Now,
would you like
sweets, or chocolate?
- Chocolate, please.
- There you go.
- Thank you.
This is all mine.
(eerie, dramatic music)
(Mia screaming)