Sleepstalker (1995) Movie Script
(suspenseful music)
(wind howling)
- Thank you, Lord,
for this whole day,
I'm kneeling down so I may pray,
please send your love
to my mom and dad
so I may make them
proud and glad.
The Earth I ask
that you do keep,
please bless all those
tonight who sleep
and don't forget
to hold me tight
so I'll be safe
throughout the night.
Mom?
- It's bedtime, sweetie.
- But Mom.
- Mom, Mom, come on, into bed.
Now what is it?
- My teacher asked me what
I wanted to be in school
and you know what I said?
- Nope.
- A grown up.
(chuckling)
- Hey, that's a good one, son.
- Good night, sweetie, and
right to sleep tonight, okay?
No TV, no water, no 13
trips to the bathroom.
- But Mom--
- And no but Moms.
Now come on, there's nothing
to be afraid of in the dark.
Right to sleep, okay?
- Can I keep the light on?
- Griffin, we've been through
this a thousand times.
- But it's scary in the dark.
- They're just shadows,
shadows can't hurt you.
- Shh.
For every evil under the sun,
there is a remedy
or there is none.
If there be one,
try and find it.
If there be none,
then never mind it.
My mom used to say that to
me whenever I was scared.
- Grandma's weird.
What does that mean?
- It means there's nothing
to be frightened of.
- And that you'll
never be alone.
Now we're right down
the hall so go to sleep.
- Okay.
- [Mom] I love you, sweet face.
Sleep well.
- Don't let the bed bugs bite.
What?
(murmuring)
- [Mom] Oh, don't let the bed
bugs bite, that was really--
- Oh, so you're
the better parent?
- That's because I'm the mommy.
- And I'm the daddy.
- Yes you are.
(barking)
Shh!
(laughing)
(wind howling)
(thumping)
(ominous music)
(gasping)
- Mom, Dad?
- [Dad] All kids are afraid
of the dark, they get over it.
- Yeah.
- But you?
- Hmm?
- You should be very scared.
(laughing)
- Oh, I am.
I'm very frightened.
- You are?
(laughing)
(ominous music)
(screaming)
(thudding)
(yelling)
(screaming)
(thudding)
(wind howling)
- Sleep.
Baby, sleep.
Down where the woodbines creep.
Be always
like the lamb,
so mild,
kind
and sweet
and gentle, child.
Sleep,
baby, sleep.
(ominous music)
(sand rattling)
(gasping)
Good night,
Griffin.
(intense music)
(grunting)
- Don't move!
(police siren wailing)
(wind blowing)
Patio!
-
[Officer] Around
back, check the back!
(intense music)
(gunshot)
Get down, get down!
- It's over!
(groaning)
- [Officer] Come on!
- Who's gonna put the
children to sleep now?
You?
- Get that psychotic
sack of shit outta here.
- I hear your screams.
I'll be back to
end your pain too.
- Come on, let's go.
- Come with me.
- [Sandman] I'll end your pain.
(helicopter whirring)
- It's time to retire, I
was aiming at his head.
God, did he get to anybody else?
- Yeah.
- Christ, that's six
families he's slaughtered.
God damn it.
Why couldn't we get here sooner?
(somber music)
- Is the Sandman gonna get me?
- No, Sandman's gonna
go away forever.
Never hurt you again.
(police radio chattering)
(suspenseful music)
(match flaring)
- You promise?
- Yeah, kid.
I promise.
(police radio chattering)
(suspenseful music)
(upbeat music)
- Yeah, yeah, no,
no, no, I'll hold.
Holding all my life,
what's a few more minutes?
- Few more minutes are
gonna cost me more money,
next time use a
payphone, Griffin.
It's like I'm running
slacker central around here.
- You were right,
Griffin is very cute.
How could you keep
your hands off him?
-
[Megan] Oh, we're just friends,
we don't wanna make
things complicated, right?
- Oh.
He's got a cute smile too.
He's a writer?
- Mm-hmm.
Freelance, mostly.
He's on to something that he
says could be his big break.
He's been working on this
article about street gangs
for months now and he wants
me to do the photographs.
- This is wild, my palmist
in Cincinnati told me
that I would meet a storyteller.
- Good, he needs a little
romance in his life.
- Oh, man.
I move out here and
you get me this job
and get me a room in your
apartment upstairs and now him.
I'm gonna owe you big time.
- Mm-hmm.
- Great, thanks.
Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
- What?
- Oh, give me a big wet one,
darling, 'cause this is it.
Take in this moment
right now because
we are gonna look back on this
for the rest of our lives.
- No, you got the interview?
- That's right, ese,
I am gonna interview
Dog Sanchez for my
gang banger piece.
I mean, this guy no writer, no,
I repeat, no writer
has ever gotten to.
(laughing)
- I'm so proud of you.
When?
- I don't know, they're
gonna call me, you know?
And then we'll go down
to the hood and we'll do
the interview, we'll get
some great photographs, huh?
- No, no, no, I think we ought
to bring him up to our hood,
I can shoot him in my apartment,
I've got all the lights there,
the equipment, everything.
- No, no, you don't
get it, Megan,
I would go to Hell and
back for this interview.
- We've gotta have a
dinner to celebrate.
What time do you want
Dana and me to come over?
- Dana?
God, will you stop!
- What?
- Stop trying to set me up.
- It's just dinner.
She's only been here a week
and she needs to
make new friends.
And so do you.
- Hi.
- How you 'doin?
- The clown wants
another double espresso.
- Got it.
(chuckling)
- Bye.
- Bye.
(phone ringing)
- [Megan] Fresh Grounds Cafe.
We close at nine,
okay, thank you.
- You're late, Kenny.
- Sorry nurse, but the boys
and I, we had a little trouble
getting the loony
bus through traffic.
- Right.
Hold down the fort,
I need some cigs.
- What time you want us
to come over tonight?
- Huh?
- Dana and me, we're
coming to dinner.
- She trying to
set you up again?
- And make it fancy,
we're celebrating our
bid for immortality.
Your roommate landed
the interview with Dog.
- Well, isn't this
your lucky day?
Let's hear some more good
news for you happy campers.
Check out front page, brother.
Congrats, Sandman is
meeting his maker tonight.
It's finally over.
(suspenseful music)
(murmuring)
- Cry, baby, cry.
Put your finger in your eye.
Tell your mom who's nigh.
Cry, baby, cry.
(rattling)
- [Pierson] Hey, whacko.
- Yes
Constable?
- A minister's here to
give you your last rights.
It's not gonna help, you're
still gonna burn in Hell.
- You're being a bad boy.
I'm gonna have to put you
to bed without your supper.
- Hey screw you,
you freakin' freak.
Let him in.
(eerie music)
- Be still, my son.
(Pierson laughing)
-
[Pierson] You will
be in a few hours.
- Please,
leave us.
We must pray.
(suspenseful music)
- I knew you'd come, father.
- The forces of evil do provide,
and the thoughts
from within prevail.
Your destiny awaits.
(speaking foreign language)
(suspenseful music)
To the terror of the Earth
and the comfort of
such is our prepared.
(suspenseful music)
- Glad they're executing
that guy tonight,
gives me the creeps.
- Wanna know why
he's so tweaked?
(laughing)
- What story you gonna
make up now, Pierson?
- All right, forget it then.
But I know how he got those
scars around his mouth.
- What, you serious?
I can't even look at him without
gettin' the heebie jeebies.
- I saw his medical report
when they brought him in.
- Yeah?
- From what the prison doc
could tell, some sick bastard
tried to keep him quiet.
- I don't get it.
- When he was a kid,
someone sewed his lips shut.
- No.
(laughing)
Yeah?
(grunting)
Jesus.
- That's why he's so tweaked.
But he won't be for long.
That preacher better
bless his ass good,
he's gonna need it
where he's goin'.
- Only in death is
there resurrection.
You have three nights
to complete your task
and forever is yours.
Griffin must die!
Offer your blood and the portals
of darkness shall be open.
(speaking foreign language)
(suspenseful music)
Guard!
He has cleansed his soul,
he has one final request,
he wishes to pray.
(suspenseful music)
Ahses to ashes,
earth to earth
dust to dust.
(flames crackling)
(chains rattling)
(suspenseful music)
- Hey, whoa.
What the hell is that?
All right, go ahead.
(suspenseful music)
(murmuring)
(wind blowing)
(eerie music)
(laughing)
What the hell?
(cackling)
(groaning)
(cackling)
(yelling)
Jesus.
- I've been going to a
channeler and when I found out
that in a past life I was
Joan of Arc I was jazzed,
I mean,
me,
The Maid of Orlans.
Would you stop
doing that, please?
It's making me nervous.
- I'm in total control.
- Violent weapons emit vibes
that have a life of their own,
you really shouldn't
tempt the universe.
-
[Griffin] Well, you
kids having fun?
- Loads, Dana and I
were just swapping
past life experiences.
Why don't you join us?
- Who wants dessert?
- I know you guys
don't believe me.
- To the next life.
- It's okay, you guys
can laugh if you want but
there are a lot of things
that we don't understand.
The supernatural
world does have power.
Awesome power.
Some of it good and
some of it evil.
Like what that guy did,
that guy in the paper,
that guy that killed all
those families years ago?
You know, the one they're
executing tonight, the Sandman?
Now that's not natural, you
can't explain evil like that
but it exists.
It's real, it's out there.
(suspenseful music)
See, I can tell you
guys believe me.
- It's not that.
I'm sorry, I should've told you.
- No, no, no, it's all right.
- What?
Would somebody please
tell me what's going on?
- He killed my parents.
- Oh my god.
Oh my god, I'm sorry,
really, I had no idea.
- It's all right, really,
I mean, you didn't know.
I mean, hey, you know, you
learn to live with it I guess.
It's weird, you know, my
mom, she used to tell me
the story of the Sandman.
You know, he was this nice guy
who came at night and
tiptoed through the house,
told nice stories and then
sprinkled sand in children's eyes
to help them fall asleep.
- [Kenny] That's a
twisted fairytale
-Kenny...
- No, no, I mean, you
know, he was twisted.
I mean, he really thought
he was the Sandman.
Even during the trial,
they never did find out
who he really was, you know?
They had no records,
no fingerprints,
birth certificate, nothing.
(somber music)
All I remember is
the song he sang.
Sleep, baby, sleep
(somber music)
I just sat there, frozen.
I mean, I tried
to scream for help
but I didn't help.
I didn't do anything.
I mean, you know, maybe
if I'd run to their room,
I could've...
I was just so scared.
Then when the screaming stopped,
I did, I went down
to their bedroom.
And I reached up and
turned the knob and...
There he was,
sprinkling sand in
my mother's eyes.
She was...
She was--
- Oh my god!
- Kenny, you cut yourself.
Go get a wet towel.
- Yeah, right.
- Hurry.
- I told you about that knife.
- You shut up, it's just
Griff's story, I broke
my concentration, I never
heard him talkin' about it.
- I'm sorry, I had no idea.
- I should've told you.
(beeping)
- 'Scuse me.
- [Megan] I don't think it
needs stitches but I think
you should go put
a bandage on it.
(phone dialing)
- Okay, mommy.
- [Griffin] Hi, you paged me?
Uh-huh.
Okay, great, thanks.
- That was too weird.
- [Griffin] Is he okay?
- Yeah, he's fine.
- Great.
Well, listen, we need
to go to your place
and pick up your camera gear,
that was Dog's people,
interview's on.
- Now?
You mean tonight?
Griffin, I don't know
if I can do this.
- Do what?
- Go with you, I mean, go
down there, it's dangerous.
I mean, we could die down there.
- Please, no, please,
no, no, not now.
Megan, what are
you gonna do, huh?
You just gonna take
pictures of flowers
the rest of your life?
- What's wrong with that?
- Oh, god, Megan!
I don't need pictures.
You know, you're
the one that said
you were gonna be
a photojournalist.
Great, I hope you're happy
when all you have to show
for yourself at the
end of your career
is a portfolio full of tulips!
You better wake up, Megan.
- Okay, okay, I'll do it.
Let's go.
- All right.
(intense music)
- [Megan] Place kinda
makes you feel all warm
and fuzzy inside, doesn't it?
-
[Griffin] Welcome
to reality, Meg.
Kids grow up in this
stuff every day.
- Griffin, save it
for your article.
Besides, I'm here, aren't I?
Fine.
(sighs)
(camera clicking)
Yep, that was some dinner, huh?
(laughing)
- Yeah.
- Sorry about Dana, she
wasn't in to all that
new age stuff when
we were growing up.
I was just trying to help.
You know, you really
should date more.
- Yeah, whatever.
- All that supernatural stuff
kinda weirded you out, huh?
- Was a long time ago.
After tonight it's all
gonna be over anyway.
Just trying to put it
behind me, you know?
Upward and onward.
(helicopter whirring)
Sorry I was being so
hard on you earlier.
- I'm just a little
scared is all.
- For every evil under the sun,
there is a remedy
or there is none.
(somber music)
And if there be one,
try and find it.
If there be none, never mind it.
(laughing)
Moms.
Guess they'll come and get
us when they're ready, huh?
Might as well get comfortable.
(suspenseful music)
(baby crying softly)
(darkly whimsical music)
(clock ticking)
(baby crying softly)
(gasping)
(ominous music)
(clock ticking)
(door slamming)
(chuckling)
(gas hissing)
(laughing)
(coughing)
(gagging)
(dripping)
(thunder rumbling)
(rock music)
(wind blowing)
(glass shattering)
(dogs barking)
(suspenseful music)
(car alarms blaring)
Mr. Sanchez?
(echoing footsteps)
Mr. Sanchez?
(ominous music)
(sighs)
God, you almost
gave me a coronary.
- Well, I don't like
being left alone out here.
- Sorry.
(gun cocking)
(suspenseful music)
- You're the one that's
gonna write my story?
Come inside, man.
(sirens wailing)
(sand hissing)
(mysterious music)
(sand hissing)
(ominous music)
- What the fuck are you?
- Sandman.
I'm looking for Griffin.
- Go to Hell.
- Hushaby.
- No!
- Baby.
On a treetop.
When the wind blows,
the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks.
- No.
- The cradle will fall.
And down will come
(groaning)
baby.
(screaming)
(suspenseful music)
Cradle
and all.
(sand hissing)
-
[Dog] Death's all
around us, holmes.
There ain't no hope, kids
today can't even have sex
without worrying about dying.
They're afraid of
everything, man.
We're all afraid, holmes.
You see, that's
why we join gangs,
because it's family.
They're just
looking for somebody
so they don't have to
be alone when they die.
- Who'd have thought a guy
named Dog could be so profound?
It's gonna make a
hell of a debut.
- Absolutely.
- Let's go.
And the light this
morning was so perfect.
I got some really great stuff.
It was so gritty.
- Oh, gritty now huh?
(laughing)
All right, all right,
so you learn quick.
- We make a good team.
- Yeah, not bad, huh?
(chuckling)
- Thanks for trusting me.
- Yeah.
(laughing)
(car honking)
There was never any question.
(police radio chattering)
Hey, what's going on?
(crowd murmuring)
- No.
- [Woman] Oh, it's awful.
(crowd murmuring)
(crying)
- 'Scuse me, are you family?
- Yeah,
I mean,
I'm his roommate.
- I'm very sorry.
Why don't we go to my car?
I need to get some
information from you.
Come on sir, you really
don't need to see that.
Please.
Make room here.
(suspenseful music)
(camera clicking)
Looks like an accident.
Coroner said it was--
- An accident?
- Yeah, seems as though
he went up on the roof,
got something in his
eye, lost his bearing.
- He was drinking.
We should've done something.
- Wait, what do you mean he
got something in his eyes?
- Coroner said it was sand.
Yeah, the Santa Anas were
blowing pretty strong last night.
(ominous music)
Again, I'm very, very sorry.
- Sand, sand!
- Griffin.
- Sand, you don't think
it's just a little strange?
- What?
- The sand, Megan, the sand.
Kenny had sand in his eyes.
- Griffin, would you
listen to yourself?
- It's the same thing that
happened to my parents.
- No, that's not what
happened to Kenny, okay?
That guy was executed
last night, look.
- Okay and in the
same night Kenny dies
with sand in his eyes?
- Sit down, you're
losing it big time.
Griffin, please.
- Megan, what would you think?
- I don't know.
It's like the detective
said, it was an accident.
You know he was
drinking, he was so drunk
he didn't even know
he'd cut himself.
- Megan, explain the sand then.
- We live in a desert, Griffin,
Los Angeles is a desert.
Hey, hey.
Look at me.
Will you trust me on this?
I'm gonna make some tea, okay?
Just wait.
(somber music)
I don't think we
should stay here.
Why don't we crash
at my place, okay?
You can stay there
as long as you want.
I know how you must feel,
but we're here for
each other, okay?
I promise you, Griffin,
couple of days,
we're gonna get through this.
Griffin?
- You want protection?
You need a gat.
Hey, life's a bitch, man,
especially when
somebody's sweating you.
You see there's the hunted
and there's the hunters.
And you came to the
right place, pendejo.
Here's protection.
It's loaded, so try shoot, eh?
- What about the cops?
- What about 'em?
Those fools ain't gonna
roll through here,
they know what's up.
(gunshot)
(gunshots)
- I'm screwed.
- You got that right, holmes.
Listen to me, man.
You find that fool
that's sweatin' you.
You track his ass down.
Get real close
and smoke his ass.
(suspenseful music)
(knocking)
- Griffin, where have you been?
- Listen, I know, I don't
have time to talk okay?
I just have to go see somebody.
- Who?
- Megan, I want
you to have this.
- Oh, great.
You've lost it.
- Megan, take it.
- No, you know how I
feel about those things.
Griffin, I think you're
overreacting here.
- If I'm overreacting there
won't be any need for it, okay?
But if I'm not, I want you
to have it while I'm gone.
- No.
- Megan!
- Absolutely not.
- Look this guy took my
parents, this guy took Kenny,
I'm not gonna let him take
you or anyone else, okay?
Just, I'm leaving
the gun, it's loaded,
be careful, okay?
I won't be gone long, all right?
I promise.
(scoffing)
- Damn it!
Julia!
Bring me the iodine.
Damn it.
Julia!
- [Griffin] Detective Worth?
- What is this, how'd
you get up here?
- Your wife let me in.
- Bronson, he said he--
- It's all right Jewel.
Please, the iodine.
So who the hell are you?
- Long time ago you promised me
the Sandman would
never kill again.
- Griffin Davis.
Damn, you have grown.
How have you been?
You holding up all right?
- Well you didn't
keep your promise.
He's back.
(suspenseful music)
- [Officer] Yeah, okay.
- Why did he kill
all those people?
- We never did find out.
He didn't let on
during the trial.
After he plead guilty,
the department decided
there wasn't any reason for us
to investigate why he killed.
He confessed, case closed.
I came down here a couple
of years before I retired
to see if I could
get him to talk.
Wouldn't say a word.
- So there's no clue why
he attacked my family?
- No, he worked a
real small area,
the only connection was that
every family he slaughtered
had a seven-year-old son.
- [Prisoner] Hey, sweetcakes,
you wanna be my bitch?
(laughing)
- Your family fit his MO.
That's why we were on our way
over there that night but,
we got there too late.
Kid, he ain't comin' back, okay?
(door slamming)
(laughing)
- Hey, Bronson, how does it
feel to be on the other side?
- Pierson, you moron.
Jesus.
- How's retirement treatin' ya?
- It's fine, it's
just fine, okay?
- Roses?
What the hell, you
gettin' sweet on me?
- They're for your wife, idiot.
I know how much she likes 'em.
- So this is the guy, huh?
Look, I'm sorry about
what you've been through
but it's over now.
You got nothin' to worry about.
We got the guy
downstairs chilling.
They'll be cremating the
body late this afternoon.
We got fingerprints dating
back to his capture,
believe me, we
got the right guy.
(suspenseful music)
- Yeah, that's him.
That's a face I'm
never gonna forget.
(suspenseful music)
Come on, kid, look at
him, you gotta look.
Come on.
- Well go on, he's
not gonna bite.
- Pierson.
(suspenseful music)
You satisfied?
- Yeah.
- [Bronson] What's this?
- That bastard tried to off
himself during my shift.
25 years on death row,
no one's ever succeeded
in offing themselves.
I've got a record
to be proud of.
- Yeah.
How'd he cut himself?
- He was wearing this
necklace with a glass cross.
Minister gave it to him.
I got sloppy, should've
taken it away from him
but what the hell,
I'm a good Catholic.
You know what the
weird thing was?
When I went to pick it
up it just disappeared.
That minister was one
creepy-lookin' guy.
- Why's that?
- He was a black guy,
'cept he had eyes
that would make your skin crawl.
No color.
Just white.
- I saw that guy, he was across
the street when Kenny died.
- You got a name?
- Oh sure, you don't
think we'd let him in
without seeing his ID.
- Vengeance, you came to
me with that wish, my son.
Vengeance for the
inequities you had suffered
before the day we met.
I have handed you powers
from the bowels of the Earth,
power I myself was
too afraid to take.
But you had no fear.
The forces of the ineffable
king of Hell are now yours.
But your mortal soul
is tied to Griffin.
That bond must be severed.
One night is wasted,
two remain.
Strike quickly,
strike fast!
When the sun sets,
Griffin must die.
(suspenseful music)
-
[Bronson] Doesn't look like the preacher
lives here anymore.
- What's that smell?
(sighs)
(sirens wailing in the distance)
- Christ.
I think it's safe
to say that this guy
is in to some pretty weird shit.
- Like black magic?
- Yeah, those ribbons
down there are Santeria.
This pentagram, Satanic.
These herbs and
stuff are all Wicca.
- Oh great, that guy
covers all his bases
and he's into serial killers.
What's this?
-
[Bronson] Remember what Pierson
said about that necklace?
- [Griffin] Yeah it was a cross.
- Hold it upside down
it's a Satanic symbol.
Makes them himself, that's what
the sand is for, apparently.
- Why sand?
- Well, you melt sand
it turns into glass.
Probably heated it in this kiln,
pours it in the molds,
shazam, cross.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
The Sandman has a past.
- This kid's the Sandman.
-
[Bronson] Looks like he and the preacher
were together for some time.
- [Griffin] His lips are sewn.
- You know, this
stuff spooks me.
- [Griffin] What do you mean?
- I seen too many
things as a cop
not to give the occult respect.
- You believe in this?
- I dunno, kid.
I dunno.
(glass shattering)
- Ay!
(speaking foreign language)
- No, no, no.
(speaking foreign language)
No, no, no.
(speaking foreign language)
- No?
You won't kill me?
- No, I'm sorry,
it was a mistake,
we got a little
jumpy, a mistake.
- Mistake.
(chuckling nervously)
You're looking for the preacher?
He left this place
a long time ago.
He won't come back.
But he put a curse
in this place.
It's haunted.
I'm not afraid
because I'm crazy.
God protects the crazy.
- Do you know where he went?
- He don't come
up during the day.
He lives at the old refuse
plant on Helena Street
in the basement.
I don't go there,
I'm not that crazy.
(laughing)
- Let's get outta here.
(suspenseful music)
- God, I hate this day.
- Oh honey.
Is there anything I can do?
(sighs)
- No, I just need some time
to make sense of everything.
- You sure you're
gonna be all right?
- Yeah,
I think so.
Thanks.
(sand hissing)
(ominous music)
(sighs)
(intense music)
- The man in the moon.
Looked out of the moon.
Looked out of the moon and said,
"It's time for all
children on the Earth
"to think about getting to bed."
(suspenseful music)
(sand hissing)
- Ow.
What?
Oh my god, Megan!
(screaming)
Help me!
(crying)
No!
(screaming)
(screaming)
(sand hissing)
- Sweet dreams.
(sand hissing)
(ominous music)
(yelling)
- Take it easy, miss.
- Sorry, sorry, look, I
used my key to get in.
How come you didn't answer?
- I was taking a shower,
why didn't Dana answer?
Dana?
- [Griffin] Well, look, this
is Detective Bronson Worth,
he's gonna get us some
police protection, okay?
- Why?
- Well we think maybe Kenny
didn't die on accident.
- It's just to be
on the safe side.
We're gonna check
some things out here
and I'll have a patrol car
over here this evening.
- Oh my, Detective.
- What's going on?
- Did you say there was
somebody else in this apartment?
- Yes, Dana.
- Call 911, officer
needs backup!
Dana, Dana!
Dana!
(sand hissing)
- Jesus Christ.
- Shh.
Quiet.
She's sleeping.
(thudding)
(groaning)
(intense music)
(groaning)
Time's up, old man.
- Use the gun.
Use the gun.
(gunshots)
- Ouch.
- Just move it, just move it.
- But Dana!
- Look, it's too late, okay?
We just gotta get to a
phone and call the police.
- Bullets didn't stop him,
what the hell are
the cops gonna do?
- I dunno, you
got a better idea?
(glass shattering)
Come on!
-[Megan] What the hell
is that thing?
- He found a way to come back.
- Who?
- The Sandman.
(yelling)
Come on!
No!
Oh god.
(thudding)
Great, what now?
- Back door to the alley.
(thudding)
Stop!
(gasping)
(sand hissing)
- Oh no.
Oh god, Megan, hurry!
(sand hissing)
Hurry!
Hurry, come on!
- This isn't happening.
- What?
- The combination, I keep
it under the counter.
- What?
- Wait, I think I know it.
- Okay, just think, think.
- 12, 22.
It's not working!
- Try it again, try it again.
- 12, 25?
25?
- 22, you said 22!
- [Megan] I know!
- Come on, open the door!
- [Megan] Got it!
- [Griffin] No!
(glass shattering)
- Move it!
What are we gonna do now?
- Just get to the police.
(suspenseful music)
(clattering)
(gasping)
(thudding)
- Hush,
my baby.
My doll.
(gasping)
I pray you don't cry.
- Megan!
Hey, let her go!
Come and get me, right?
Hey, it's me you want, huh?
Yeah, come on, I dare ya.
(groaning)
(crying)
- Griffin.
(yelling)
(car engine sputtering)
- Hey!
What the hell are you doing?
- Oh god.
(tires squealing)
(tires squealing)
Come on, Megan.
(clattering)
(sand hissing)
(tires squealing)
- Put your hands up
where I can see 'em!
I said put your hands up now!
- Look, he's in the car, please,
we've gotta get outta here!
-
[Officer] Driving like a maniac!
- Please, I'm telling
you, he is in the car,
you've gotta believe me!
- Check it out.
- Please, let's
just get outta here.
- Anything?
- Nothing.
- Put your hands behind
your head and don't move!
(police radio chattering)
- [Griffin] Suffocating in here.
- They're fumigating.
Place is infested.
(coughing)
- Can you maybe open a window?
- Hey, if I gotta breathe
it, you gotta breathe it.
Now why don't you just tell
me some more about your
Sandman.
- Look, I already told you.
He didn't die in the
gas chamber, okay?
He's out there.
- And he's made of sand?
- Yes!
Yes, bullets, they don't
do anything to this guy.
You know?
Water though, seems
to like, no, no,
slow him down or it
stops him or something.
- Of course, 'cause
he's made of sand.
- Yes, yes, that's right!
- That's good.
You really know how
to tell a story, kid.
Sandman.
Very creative.
- I know it sounds crazy, okay?
I know, but I am telling
you the truth, okay?
This guy is out there!
(phone ringing)
- Relax.
Oh yeah.
And they say breathing
this stuff can't hurt ya.
- Look, he has killed
three people already, okay?
I am not making this
up, it is the Sandman.
- Right.
- Screw you!
- No, you've got the
handcuffs on, so screw you.
- I'll take care of it, Garcia.
(phone ringing)
Got it smells in here.
- Give it a couple minutes,
you'll get used to it.
- Wanna bet?
Well,
we've checked out your story.
Bodies were there,
just like you said.
- What about Megan,
where's Megan?
- Why don't you tell us?
- What do you mean?
- What I mean is that you
better start telling us
the truth about what happened.
And don't give me that
shit about a Sandman.
- I am telling you the truth!
(laughing)
- Every three or four
years I get a strange,
weird case of some kind of
machine turning into a monster
or cannibals eating each
other, now a sandman.
You know, it gets
better every time.
- Yeah well I don't
expect you to believe me.
- Look, I understand
about your parents,
but you know what?
Too bad.
That crap don't buy
you pity in my book.
You wanna point your
finger at somebody else
for your troubles?
Your mama didn't breastfeed
you when you were a baby?
You ate too much fast food?
It's all society's fault, right?
Bullshit.
I grew up in the streets,
my father left the
family at seven.
But I don't go around
killin' people.
Three people are dead.
Do you know what they
all have in common?
You.
So why don't you just
tell me the truth?
Huh?
For once I wish one of you
guys would just tell me
the god damn truth!
- I told you I didn't do it!
- Sit down!
Jacket him.
- I love this part.
- No, please, you have
to get me outta here.
You have to, you have to,
he's gonna get to Megan.
Please, help me, please!
- [Radio Dispatcher] Code two.
(suspenseful music)
- [Officer One] Megan?
-
[Officer Two] Yeah, that's her.
- [Officer One] You
know that body upstairs?
It was that new
waitress from the cafe.
Just moved to town.
Man.
-[Officer Two] Christ,
welcome to LA.
-[Officer One] Yeah, and you know
who the killer says did it?
- The Sandman.
- The Sandman?
-[Officer One] Yeah, the Sandman.
- [Officer Two] Nutcase.
- It was the Sandman.
A little bit of
wind in your sails
Little bit of
guilt on your back
They always say the
meek shall prevail
I'm crying every time
I think of leaving you
No turnin' back
- [Griffin] Help me, please.
No turning back.
(door slamming)
- Sorry buddy.
No bedtime stories tonight.
(match flaring)
(crying)
- Please, no, where
are you going?
- It's 6 AM, I'm gonna go
eat my Kung Pao chicken
for breakfast then I'm
gonna get a cup of coffee
and a doughnut.
What's the matter with
you, don't you watch TV?
That's what cops do.
- Please, you can't
leave me in here alone.
- Help me!
- Shut the fuck up!
That little bundle of joy
says Satan made him do it.
Maybe he knows your Sandman?
- Please don't do this to me,
if he comes I won't be able
to fight back, please don't.
- Hey, if you're
a good little boy
maybe the Sandman will
come and sing you to sleep.
(crying)
- No, please, please don't go!
Please, please don't leave me.
- Help me!
- Hey!
I'm gonna get the hose!
- [Man] You're killin' me, man.
(horns honking)
(suspenseful music)
(rattling)
- He's here.
He's here.
He's here.
He's here!
Oh god, somebody help!
It's him, it's the Sandman!
Get me outta here!
Officer, Detective!
- Sleep, baby.
- Please, someone, help
me, get me outta here!
- Sleep.
Down where the woodbines creep.
Be always like the lamb,
so mild,
and kind and sweet.
- What do you want with me?
What do you want with me?
- And gentle, child.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
- No!
(yelling)
(sizzling)
Sunlight saved you, sleep tight.
I'll be back again
tomorrow night.
(crackling)
(sand hissing)
Sleep, baby, sleep
Down where the
woodbines creep
(baby crying)
Be always be like the lamb
So mild and kind and sweet
(clock ticking)
(baby crying)
(screaming)
(yelling)
(thudding)
(crying)
(baby crying)
Sleep, baby, sleep
Down where the
woodbines creep
- Rise and shine, sand boy!
You're going to county.
So the trucker says to his wife.
- Yeah.
- "An angel came and told me
"death is coming
for me tonight."
- Mm-hmm.
- So the wife says,
"Well you gotta hide,
"somewhere he won't find you."
- Mm-hmm.
- So the trucker
shaves his head,
goes to an English pub where
he has never been before,
he waits all day long,
five minutes 'til midnight
in walks death.
- Mm-hmm.
- Looks around the place,
says, "If that trucker
"doesn't show up
in five minutes,
"I'm taking that bald bastard
at the end of the bar."
(laughing)
- Couldn't get away from him.
(tires squealing)
- Uncuff him!
- Okay, miss.
- Do it!
- Relax, be careful with that.
- [Griffin] Your keys and
your guns too, sand boy.
- Now take off your
pants and your shoes.
- What?
(tires squealing)
This isn't gonna look good.
- Shut up!
(tires squealing)
Come on, come on!
(suspenseful music)
- We're running out of
time, the sun's going down.
- Well why are we here then?
Why don't we just go,
get outta this place,
just get away?
- Go where?
I mean, he's just gonna find me.
I've been running from this guy
ever since I was a little kid.
I mean, even when
they put him away,
I was always afraid, you know?
I couldn't even go to sleep
without having the light on.
So see, maybe if I face
him, maybe if I face him
then I still got a chance.
(sirens wailing)
Look, I don't want you
coming with me, all right?
- Why?
Because you care about me?
- Yes.
Because I care.
Just forget it, okay, I
don't need you coming.
- Oh, you don't need me?
If it wasn't for me you'd
be in a cell right now.
Listen, I don't
care what you want.
I'm goin' with you.
And whatever this thing is,
we're facing it together.
You're not alone in this.
You're not alone.
(somber music)
- So what's up, pendejo?
You sure you wanna do this, man?
- If I don't do something
he's just gonna kill me
before the night's over.
- Hey man, I don't
understand you.
Someone's trying to kill
you and you come over here?
Don't you know where
you're at, home boy?
Everybody here's
already dead, man.
(sirens wailing)
(suspenseful music)
Nice knowing you, pendejo.
(engine rumbling)
(suspenseful music)
(screaming)
(screaming)
(laughing)
- Looking for the guy
they call The Preacher.
Where's The Preacher?
(groaning)
- Griffin.
(suspenseful music)
He's gotta be here.
I'm looking for The Preacher!
I know you're here!
I know he's here too!
(match flaring)
- [Preacher] Evil never dies,
it only waits to be reborn.
- Where is he?
- In time.
- Where is he?
- That has no power here.
You don't know real power.
Do you know why you've come?
To end it, to start it.
Because you are the one.
- What the hell are
you talking about?
Why is he after me,
what do you mean?
- For every beginning
there is an end.
He cannot go on until you die.
You are his mortal link
to this world, Griffin.
- Griffin, let's go.
- Where is he?
- Think.
He's always been with you.
Remember!
- No.
No.
- He is evil incarnate.
No soul, no spark
of good left in him.
Was beaten out.
Let me tell you a story.
- Come on, Griffin, let's go.
- There was once a little boy
who was very, very scared.
Sleep, baby, sleep
- [Preacher] Every night
he would lie in his bed,
huddled in a corner, trembling.
His father was a big man,
strong,
mean.
(screaming)
(yelling)
Sleep, baby, sleep
-
[Preacher] Since the mother had died,
he brought up his little boy.
Sleep
- And every night he'd
come into his room drunk,
sing him a lullaby
and beat him, beat
him, beat him!
Sleep, baby, sleep
-
[Preacher] But the
boy could not cry.
Until one night, when he
could take it no further,
this boy who possessed
something special
gave in to his power,
tasted it for the first time.
Evil.
Be always like the lamb
(baby crying)
So mild and kind and sweet
Sleep, baby, sleep
(baby crying)
(glass shattering)
(yelling)
Sleep, baby, sleep
Down where the
woodbines creep
(yelling)
Be always like the lamb
So mild and kind and sweet
Sleep, baby, sleep
(baby crying)
(record hissing)
Sleep, baby, sleep
- He is your brother.
After he killed your
father he came to me.
I took care of him, I showed
him the way to his dreams.
Offer your soul to
the almighty evil.
But first,
sever your mortal link.
We knew you had been adopted,
we didn't know to whom.
- That's why he killed
all those other families.
You were searching for the
family that adopted me.
- As Cain killed Abel,
as Set murdered
his brother Osiris.
So must he kill you.
And now the last night has come.
The sun has set.
You come to me for answers,
only to find out your
time has run out!
(sand hissing)
(laughing)
(sand hissing)
- Griffin!
(laughing)
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
In here!
-
[Griffin] Oh great, there's no
way out!
Okay, look, grab some rags.
- [Megan] What?
- We gotta plug up the cracks.
- [Megan] Think it'll work?
- Don't think we have a choice.
- Now what?
- I guess we just
wait until morning.
If we can survive the night.
(crackling)
- He's not gonna
wait 'til morning.
(sand hissing)
(crackling)
- It's bed time.
(gunshot)
- Get back!
Come on, man, you
gotta tell my story.
- [Griffin] No, forget it
man, let's go, come on Dog!
- [Megan] Come on!
- [Griffin] Let's get outta
here man, that won't work.
- [Megan] Come on!
- Yeah it will,
just get real close.
(crackling)
(yelling)
(thudding)
- Okay, we've gotta find
another way out, come on.
(suspenseful music)
- You think he's given up?
- Not a chance.
God!
I need something
to pry this open.
(suspenseful music)
- [Megan] He's here, move it!
- Go, go, go!
(glass shattering)
(suspenseful music)
- You've gotta be kidding me.
(suspenseful music)
- What are you doing?
- Worth said when you heat
sand, when you melt it,
it turns to glass.
Gotta find some matches.
Come on, it's our only hope.
(suspenseful music)
Have to do.
(clattering)
(suspenseful music)
(sand hissing)
- Wait.
There's a door, I can see
a door to the outside.
(sand hissing)
- Quiet.
(sand hissing)
(ominous music)
You okay?
(sand hissing)
- [Megan] Let's go.
- I'll catch up, okay, just go.
(sand hissing)
I told you to get outta here.
(exploding)
We stopped him.
It's over,
it's finally over.
- I'm gonna find
a way outta here.
(sand hissing)
(breathing heavily)
- Why are you doing this?
- The children can't sleep.
I've gotta put the
children to sleep.
- But you saved me.
You kept our father
from hurting me,
why do you wanna kill me now?
- To end your pain.
- I'm not in any pain.
- I hear your screams.
I hear all the
children's screams.
In the night.
In my head.
The screams must stop.
They must go to sleep.
(glass shattering)
- I think I found a way out.
- No!
- No!
(squelching)
(groaning)
(somber music)
- Good night, little brother.
Time for sleep.
Sleep for me.
(thudding)
(crying)
(ominous music)
(chains rattling)
(gasping)
(suspenseful music)
(rattling)
(crackling)
(match flaring)
- Rest in peace.
(exploding)
(fire crackling)
(dog barking)
(somber music)
(crying)
(exploding)
It'll be all right,
the Sandman is gone.
He's never coming back.
You sleep now.
(wind blowing)
(speaking foreign language)
(somber music)
Sleep, baby sleep
Down where the
woodbines creep
Be always like the lamb
So mild and kind and sweet
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep
Down where the
woodbines creep
Be always like the lamb
So mild and kind and sweet
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep
Down where the
woodbines creep
Be always like the lamb
So mild and kind and sweet
Sleep, baby, sleep
(somber music)
(wind howling)
- Thank you, Lord,
for this whole day,
I'm kneeling down so I may pray,
please send your love
to my mom and dad
so I may make them
proud and glad.
The Earth I ask
that you do keep,
please bless all those
tonight who sleep
and don't forget
to hold me tight
so I'll be safe
throughout the night.
Mom?
- It's bedtime, sweetie.
- But Mom.
- Mom, Mom, come on, into bed.
Now what is it?
- My teacher asked me what
I wanted to be in school
and you know what I said?
- Nope.
- A grown up.
(chuckling)
- Hey, that's a good one, son.
- Good night, sweetie, and
right to sleep tonight, okay?
No TV, no water, no 13
trips to the bathroom.
- But Mom--
- And no but Moms.
Now come on, there's nothing
to be afraid of in the dark.
Right to sleep, okay?
- Can I keep the light on?
- Griffin, we've been through
this a thousand times.
- But it's scary in the dark.
- They're just shadows,
shadows can't hurt you.
- Shh.
For every evil under the sun,
there is a remedy
or there is none.
If there be one,
try and find it.
If there be none,
then never mind it.
My mom used to say that to
me whenever I was scared.
- Grandma's weird.
What does that mean?
- It means there's nothing
to be frightened of.
- And that you'll
never be alone.
Now we're right down
the hall so go to sleep.
- Okay.
- [Mom] I love you, sweet face.
Sleep well.
- Don't let the bed bugs bite.
What?
(murmuring)
- [Mom] Oh, don't let the bed
bugs bite, that was really--
- Oh, so you're
the better parent?
- That's because I'm the mommy.
- And I'm the daddy.
- Yes you are.
(barking)
Shh!
(laughing)
(wind howling)
(thumping)
(ominous music)
(gasping)
- Mom, Dad?
- [Dad] All kids are afraid
of the dark, they get over it.
- Yeah.
- But you?
- Hmm?
- You should be very scared.
(laughing)
- Oh, I am.
I'm very frightened.
- You are?
(laughing)
(ominous music)
(screaming)
(thudding)
(yelling)
(screaming)
(thudding)
(wind howling)
- Sleep.
Baby, sleep.
Down where the woodbines creep.
Be always
like the lamb,
so mild,
kind
and sweet
and gentle, child.
Sleep,
baby, sleep.
(ominous music)
(sand rattling)
(gasping)
Good night,
Griffin.
(intense music)
(grunting)
- Don't move!
(police siren wailing)
(wind blowing)
Patio!
-
[Officer] Around
back, check the back!
(intense music)
(gunshot)
Get down, get down!
- It's over!
(groaning)
- [Officer] Come on!
- Who's gonna put the
children to sleep now?
You?
- Get that psychotic
sack of shit outta here.
- I hear your screams.
I'll be back to
end your pain too.
- Come on, let's go.
- Come with me.
- [Sandman] I'll end your pain.
(helicopter whirring)
- It's time to retire, I
was aiming at his head.
God, did he get to anybody else?
- Yeah.
- Christ, that's six
families he's slaughtered.
God damn it.
Why couldn't we get here sooner?
(somber music)
- Is the Sandman gonna get me?
- No, Sandman's gonna
go away forever.
Never hurt you again.
(police radio chattering)
(suspenseful music)
(match flaring)
- You promise?
- Yeah, kid.
I promise.
(police radio chattering)
(suspenseful music)
(upbeat music)
- Yeah, yeah, no,
no, no, I'll hold.
Holding all my life,
what's a few more minutes?
- Few more minutes are
gonna cost me more money,
next time use a
payphone, Griffin.
It's like I'm running
slacker central around here.
- You were right,
Griffin is very cute.
How could you keep
your hands off him?
-
[Megan] Oh, we're just friends,
we don't wanna make
things complicated, right?
- Oh.
He's got a cute smile too.
He's a writer?
- Mm-hmm.
Freelance, mostly.
He's on to something that he
says could be his big break.
He's been working on this
article about street gangs
for months now and he wants
me to do the photographs.
- This is wild, my palmist
in Cincinnati told me
that I would meet a storyteller.
- Good, he needs a little
romance in his life.
- Oh, man.
I move out here and
you get me this job
and get me a room in your
apartment upstairs and now him.
I'm gonna owe you big time.
- Mm-hmm.
- Great, thanks.
Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
- What?
- Oh, give me a big wet one,
darling, 'cause this is it.
Take in this moment
right now because
we are gonna look back on this
for the rest of our lives.
- No, you got the interview?
- That's right, ese,
I am gonna interview
Dog Sanchez for my
gang banger piece.
I mean, this guy no writer, no,
I repeat, no writer
has ever gotten to.
(laughing)
- I'm so proud of you.
When?
- I don't know, they're
gonna call me, you know?
And then we'll go down
to the hood and we'll do
the interview, we'll get
some great photographs, huh?
- No, no, no, I think we ought
to bring him up to our hood,
I can shoot him in my apartment,
I've got all the lights there,
the equipment, everything.
- No, no, you don't
get it, Megan,
I would go to Hell and
back for this interview.
- We've gotta have a
dinner to celebrate.
What time do you want
Dana and me to come over?
- Dana?
God, will you stop!
- What?
- Stop trying to set me up.
- It's just dinner.
She's only been here a week
and she needs to
make new friends.
And so do you.
- Hi.
- How you 'doin?
- The clown wants
another double espresso.
- Got it.
(chuckling)
- Bye.
- Bye.
(phone ringing)
- [Megan] Fresh Grounds Cafe.
We close at nine,
okay, thank you.
- You're late, Kenny.
- Sorry nurse, but the boys
and I, we had a little trouble
getting the loony
bus through traffic.
- Right.
Hold down the fort,
I need some cigs.
- What time you want us
to come over tonight?
- Huh?
- Dana and me, we're
coming to dinner.
- She trying to
set you up again?
- And make it fancy,
we're celebrating our
bid for immortality.
Your roommate landed
the interview with Dog.
- Well, isn't this
your lucky day?
Let's hear some more good
news for you happy campers.
Check out front page, brother.
Congrats, Sandman is
meeting his maker tonight.
It's finally over.
(suspenseful music)
(murmuring)
- Cry, baby, cry.
Put your finger in your eye.
Tell your mom who's nigh.
Cry, baby, cry.
(rattling)
- [Pierson] Hey, whacko.
- Yes
Constable?
- A minister's here to
give you your last rights.
It's not gonna help, you're
still gonna burn in Hell.
- You're being a bad boy.
I'm gonna have to put you
to bed without your supper.
- Hey screw you,
you freakin' freak.
Let him in.
(eerie music)
- Be still, my son.
(Pierson laughing)
-
[Pierson] You will
be in a few hours.
- Please,
leave us.
We must pray.
(suspenseful music)
- I knew you'd come, father.
- The forces of evil do provide,
and the thoughts
from within prevail.
Your destiny awaits.
(speaking foreign language)
(suspenseful music)
To the terror of the Earth
and the comfort of
such is our prepared.
(suspenseful music)
- Glad they're executing
that guy tonight,
gives me the creeps.
- Wanna know why
he's so tweaked?
(laughing)
- What story you gonna
make up now, Pierson?
- All right, forget it then.
But I know how he got those
scars around his mouth.
- What, you serious?
I can't even look at him without
gettin' the heebie jeebies.
- I saw his medical report
when they brought him in.
- Yeah?
- From what the prison doc
could tell, some sick bastard
tried to keep him quiet.
- I don't get it.
- When he was a kid,
someone sewed his lips shut.
- No.
(laughing)
Yeah?
(grunting)
Jesus.
- That's why he's so tweaked.
But he won't be for long.
That preacher better
bless his ass good,
he's gonna need it
where he's goin'.
- Only in death is
there resurrection.
You have three nights
to complete your task
and forever is yours.
Griffin must die!
Offer your blood and the portals
of darkness shall be open.
(speaking foreign language)
(suspenseful music)
Guard!
He has cleansed his soul,
he has one final request,
he wishes to pray.
(suspenseful music)
Ahses to ashes,
earth to earth
dust to dust.
(flames crackling)
(chains rattling)
(suspenseful music)
- Hey, whoa.
What the hell is that?
All right, go ahead.
(suspenseful music)
(murmuring)
(wind blowing)
(eerie music)
(laughing)
What the hell?
(cackling)
(groaning)
(cackling)
(yelling)
Jesus.
- I've been going to a
channeler and when I found out
that in a past life I was
Joan of Arc I was jazzed,
I mean,
me,
The Maid of Orlans.
Would you stop
doing that, please?
It's making me nervous.
- I'm in total control.
- Violent weapons emit vibes
that have a life of their own,
you really shouldn't
tempt the universe.
-
[Griffin] Well, you
kids having fun?
- Loads, Dana and I
were just swapping
past life experiences.
Why don't you join us?
- Who wants dessert?
- I know you guys
don't believe me.
- To the next life.
- It's okay, you guys
can laugh if you want but
there are a lot of things
that we don't understand.
The supernatural
world does have power.
Awesome power.
Some of it good and
some of it evil.
Like what that guy did,
that guy in the paper,
that guy that killed all
those families years ago?
You know, the one they're
executing tonight, the Sandman?
Now that's not natural, you
can't explain evil like that
but it exists.
It's real, it's out there.
(suspenseful music)
See, I can tell you
guys believe me.
- It's not that.
I'm sorry, I should've told you.
- No, no, no, it's all right.
- What?
Would somebody please
tell me what's going on?
- He killed my parents.
- Oh my god.
Oh my god, I'm sorry,
really, I had no idea.
- It's all right, really,
I mean, you didn't know.
I mean, hey, you know, you
learn to live with it I guess.
It's weird, you know, my
mom, she used to tell me
the story of the Sandman.
You know, he was this nice guy
who came at night and
tiptoed through the house,
told nice stories and then
sprinkled sand in children's eyes
to help them fall asleep.
- [Kenny] That's a
twisted fairytale
-Kenny...
- No, no, I mean, you
know, he was twisted.
I mean, he really thought
he was the Sandman.
Even during the trial,
they never did find out
who he really was, you know?
They had no records,
no fingerprints,
birth certificate, nothing.
(somber music)
All I remember is
the song he sang.
Sleep, baby, sleep
(somber music)
I just sat there, frozen.
I mean, I tried
to scream for help
but I didn't help.
I didn't do anything.
I mean, you know, maybe
if I'd run to their room,
I could've...
I was just so scared.
Then when the screaming stopped,
I did, I went down
to their bedroom.
And I reached up and
turned the knob and...
There he was,
sprinkling sand in
my mother's eyes.
She was...
She was--
- Oh my god!
- Kenny, you cut yourself.
Go get a wet towel.
- Yeah, right.
- Hurry.
- I told you about that knife.
- You shut up, it's just
Griff's story, I broke
my concentration, I never
heard him talkin' about it.
- I'm sorry, I had no idea.
- I should've told you.
(beeping)
- 'Scuse me.
- [Megan] I don't think it
needs stitches but I think
you should go put
a bandage on it.
(phone dialing)
- Okay, mommy.
- [Griffin] Hi, you paged me?
Uh-huh.
Okay, great, thanks.
- That was too weird.
- [Griffin] Is he okay?
- Yeah, he's fine.
- Great.
Well, listen, we need
to go to your place
and pick up your camera gear,
that was Dog's people,
interview's on.
- Now?
You mean tonight?
Griffin, I don't know
if I can do this.
- Do what?
- Go with you, I mean, go
down there, it's dangerous.
I mean, we could die down there.
- Please, no, please,
no, no, not now.
Megan, what are
you gonna do, huh?
You just gonna take
pictures of flowers
the rest of your life?
- What's wrong with that?
- Oh, god, Megan!
I don't need pictures.
You know, you're
the one that said
you were gonna be
a photojournalist.
Great, I hope you're happy
when all you have to show
for yourself at the
end of your career
is a portfolio full of tulips!
You better wake up, Megan.
- Okay, okay, I'll do it.
Let's go.
- All right.
(intense music)
- [Megan] Place kinda
makes you feel all warm
and fuzzy inside, doesn't it?
-
[Griffin] Welcome
to reality, Meg.
Kids grow up in this
stuff every day.
- Griffin, save it
for your article.
Besides, I'm here, aren't I?
Fine.
(sighs)
(camera clicking)
Yep, that was some dinner, huh?
(laughing)
- Yeah.
- Sorry about Dana, she
wasn't in to all that
new age stuff when
we were growing up.
I was just trying to help.
You know, you really
should date more.
- Yeah, whatever.
- All that supernatural stuff
kinda weirded you out, huh?
- Was a long time ago.
After tonight it's all
gonna be over anyway.
Just trying to put it
behind me, you know?
Upward and onward.
(helicopter whirring)
Sorry I was being so
hard on you earlier.
- I'm just a little
scared is all.
- For every evil under the sun,
there is a remedy
or there is none.
(somber music)
And if there be one,
try and find it.
If there be none, never mind it.
(laughing)
Moms.
Guess they'll come and get
us when they're ready, huh?
Might as well get comfortable.
(suspenseful music)
(baby crying softly)
(darkly whimsical music)
(clock ticking)
(baby crying softly)
(gasping)
(ominous music)
(clock ticking)
(door slamming)
(chuckling)
(gas hissing)
(laughing)
(coughing)
(gagging)
(dripping)
(thunder rumbling)
(rock music)
(wind blowing)
(glass shattering)
(dogs barking)
(suspenseful music)
(car alarms blaring)
Mr. Sanchez?
(echoing footsteps)
Mr. Sanchez?
(ominous music)
(sighs)
God, you almost
gave me a coronary.
- Well, I don't like
being left alone out here.
- Sorry.
(gun cocking)
(suspenseful music)
- You're the one that's
gonna write my story?
Come inside, man.
(sirens wailing)
(sand hissing)
(mysterious music)
(sand hissing)
(ominous music)
- What the fuck are you?
- Sandman.
I'm looking for Griffin.
- Go to Hell.
- Hushaby.
- No!
- Baby.
On a treetop.
When the wind blows,
the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks.
- No.
- The cradle will fall.
And down will come
(groaning)
baby.
(screaming)
(suspenseful music)
Cradle
and all.
(sand hissing)
-
[Dog] Death's all
around us, holmes.
There ain't no hope, kids
today can't even have sex
without worrying about dying.
They're afraid of
everything, man.
We're all afraid, holmes.
You see, that's
why we join gangs,
because it's family.
They're just
looking for somebody
so they don't have to
be alone when they die.
- Who'd have thought a guy
named Dog could be so profound?
It's gonna make a
hell of a debut.
- Absolutely.
- Let's go.
And the light this
morning was so perfect.
I got some really great stuff.
It was so gritty.
- Oh, gritty now huh?
(laughing)
All right, all right,
so you learn quick.
- We make a good team.
- Yeah, not bad, huh?
(chuckling)
- Thanks for trusting me.
- Yeah.
(laughing)
(car honking)
There was never any question.
(police radio chattering)
Hey, what's going on?
(crowd murmuring)
- No.
- [Woman] Oh, it's awful.
(crowd murmuring)
(crying)
- 'Scuse me, are you family?
- Yeah,
I mean,
I'm his roommate.
- I'm very sorry.
Why don't we go to my car?
I need to get some
information from you.
Come on sir, you really
don't need to see that.
Please.
Make room here.
(suspenseful music)
(camera clicking)
Looks like an accident.
Coroner said it was--
- An accident?
- Yeah, seems as though
he went up on the roof,
got something in his
eye, lost his bearing.
- He was drinking.
We should've done something.
- Wait, what do you mean he
got something in his eyes?
- Coroner said it was sand.
Yeah, the Santa Anas were
blowing pretty strong last night.
(ominous music)
Again, I'm very, very sorry.
- Sand, sand!
- Griffin.
- Sand, you don't think
it's just a little strange?
- What?
- The sand, Megan, the sand.
Kenny had sand in his eyes.
- Griffin, would you
listen to yourself?
- It's the same thing that
happened to my parents.
- No, that's not what
happened to Kenny, okay?
That guy was executed
last night, look.
- Okay and in the
same night Kenny dies
with sand in his eyes?
- Sit down, you're
losing it big time.
Griffin, please.
- Megan, what would you think?
- I don't know.
It's like the detective
said, it was an accident.
You know he was
drinking, he was so drunk
he didn't even know
he'd cut himself.
- Megan, explain the sand then.
- We live in a desert, Griffin,
Los Angeles is a desert.
Hey, hey.
Look at me.
Will you trust me on this?
I'm gonna make some tea, okay?
Just wait.
(somber music)
I don't think we
should stay here.
Why don't we crash
at my place, okay?
You can stay there
as long as you want.
I know how you must feel,
but we're here for
each other, okay?
I promise you, Griffin,
couple of days,
we're gonna get through this.
Griffin?
- You want protection?
You need a gat.
Hey, life's a bitch, man,
especially when
somebody's sweating you.
You see there's the hunted
and there's the hunters.
And you came to the
right place, pendejo.
Here's protection.
It's loaded, so try shoot, eh?
- What about the cops?
- What about 'em?
Those fools ain't gonna
roll through here,
they know what's up.
(gunshot)
(gunshots)
- I'm screwed.
- You got that right, holmes.
Listen to me, man.
You find that fool
that's sweatin' you.
You track his ass down.
Get real close
and smoke his ass.
(suspenseful music)
(knocking)
- Griffin, where have you been?
- Listen, I know, I don't
have time to talk okay?
I just have to go see somebody.
- Who?
- Megan, I want
you to have this.
- Oh, great.
You've lost it.
- Megan, take it.
- No, you know how I
feel about those things.
Griffin, I think you're
overreacting here.
- If I'm overreacting there
won't be any need for it, okay?
But if I'm not, I want you
to have it while I'm gone.
- No.
- Megan!
- Absolutely not.
- Look this guy took my
parents, this guy took Kenny,
I'm not gonna let him take
you or anyone else, okay?
Just, I'm leaving
the gun, it's loaded,
be careful, okay?
I won't be gone long, all right?
I promise.
(scoffing)
- Damn it!
Julia!
Bring me the iodine.
Damn it.
Julia!
- [Griffin] Detective Worth?
- What is this, how'd
you get up here?
- Your wife let me in.
- Bronson, he said he--
- It's all right Jewel.
Please, the iodine.
So who the hell are you?
- Long time ago you promised me
the Sandman would
never kill again.
- Griffin Davis.
Damn, you have grown.
How have you been?
You holding up all right?
- Well you didn't
keep your promise.
He's back.
(suspenseful music)
- [Officer] Yeah, okay.
- Why did he kill
all those people?
- We never did find out.
He didn't let on
during the trial.
After he plead guilty,
the department decided
there wasn't any reason for us
to investigate why he killed.
He confessed, case closed.
I came down here a couple
of years before I retired
to see if I could
get him to talk.
Wouldn't say a word.
- So there's no clue why
he attacked my family?
- No, he worked a
real small area,
the only connection was that
every family he slaughtered
had a seven-year-old son.
- [Prisoner] Hey, sweetcakes,
you wanna be my bitch?
(laughing)
- Your family fit his MO.
That's why we were on our way
over there that night but,
we got there too late.
Kid, he ain't comin' back, okay?
(door slamming)
(laughing)
- Hey, Bronson, how does it
feel to be on the other side?
- Pierson, you moron.
Jesus.
- How's retirement treatin' ya?
- It's fine, it's
just fine, okay?
- Roses?
What the hell, you
gettin' sweet on me?
- They're for your wife, idiot.
I know how much she likes 'em.
- So this is the guy, huh?
Look, I'm sorry about
what you've been through
but it's over now.
You got nothin' to worry about.
We got the guy
downstairs chilling.
They'll be cremating the
body late this afternoon.
We got fingerprints dating
back to his capture,
believe me, we
got the right guy.
(suspenseful music)
- Yeah, that's him.
That's a face I'm
never gonna forget.
(suspenseful music)
Come on, kid, look at
him, you gotta look.
Come on.
- Well go on, he's
not gonna bite.
- Pierson.
(suspenseful music)
You satisfied?
- Yeah.
- [Bronson] What's this?
- That bastard tried to off
himself during my shift.
25 years on death row,
no one's ever succeeded
in offing themselves.
I've got a record
to be proud of.
- Yeah.
How'd he cut himself?
- He was wearing this
necklace with a glass cross.
Minister gave it to him.
I got sloppy, should've
taken it away from him
but what the hell,
I'm a good Catholic.
You know what the
weird thing was?
When I went to pick it
up it just disappeared.
That minister was one
creepy-lookin' guy.
- Why's that?
- He was a black guy,
'cept he had eyes
that would make your skin crawl.
No color.
Just white.
- I saw that guy, he was across
the street when Kenny died.
- You got a name?
- Oh sure, you don't
think we'd let him in
without seeing his ID.
- Vengeance, you came to
me with that wish, my son.
Vengeance for the
inequities you had suffered
before the day we met.
I have handed you powers
from the bowels of the Earth,
power I myself was
too afraid to take.
But you had no fear.
The forces of the ineffable
king of Hell are now yours.
But your mortal soul
is tied to Griffin.
That bond must be severed.
One night is wasted,
two remain.
Strike quickly,
strike fast!
When the sun sets,
Griffin must die.
(suspenseful music)
-
[Bronson] Doesn't look like the preacher
lives here anymore.
- What's that smell?
(sighs)
(sirens wailing in the distance)
- Christ.
I think it's safe
to say that this guy
is in to some pretty weird shit.
- Like black magic?
- Yeah, those ribbons
down there are Santeria.
This pentagram, Satanic.
These herbs and
stuff are all Wicca.
- Oh great, that guy
covers all his bases
and he's into serial killers.
What's this?
-
[Bronson] Remember what Pierson
said about that necklace?
- [Griffin] Yeah it was a cross.
- Hold it upside down
it's a Satanic symbol.
Makes them himself, that's what
the sand is for, apparently.
- Why sand?
- Well, you melt sand
it turns into glass.
Probably heated it in this kiln,
pours it in the molds,
shazam, cross.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
The Sandman has a past.
- This kid's the Sandman.
-
[Bronson] Looks like he and the preacher
were together for some time.
- [Griffin] His lips are sewn.
- You know, this
stuff spooks me.
- [Griffin] What do you mean?
- I seen too many
things as a cop
not to give the occult respect.
- You believe in this?
- I dunno, kid.
I dunno.
(glass shattering)
- Ay!
(speaking foreign language)
- No, no, no.
(speaking foreign language)
No, no, no.
(speaking foreign language)
- No?
You won't kill me?
- No, I'm sorry,
it was a mistake,
we got a little
jumpy, a mistake.
- Mistake.
(chuckling nervously)
You're looking for the preacher?
He left this place
a long time ago.
He won't come back.
But he put a curse
in this place.
It's haunted.
I'm not afraid
because I'm crazy.
God protects the crazy.
- Do you know where he went?
- He don't come
up during the day.
He lives at the old refuse
plant on Helena Street
in the basement.
I don't go there,
I'm not that crazy.
(laughing)
- Let's get outta here.
(suspenseful music)
- God, I hate this day.
- Oh honey.
Is there anything I can do?
(sighs)
- No, I just need some time
to make sense of everything.
- You sure you're
gonna be all right?
- Yeah,
I think so.
Thanks.
(sand hissing)
(ominous music)
(sighs)
(intense music)
- The man in the moon.
Looked out of the moon.
Looked out of the moon and said,
"It's time for all
children on the Earth
"to think about getting to bed."
(suspenseful music)
(sand hissing)
- Ow.
What?
Oh my god, Megan!
(screaming)
Help me!
(crying)
No!
(screaming)
(screaming)
(sand hissing)
- Sweet dreams.
(sand hissing)
(ominous music)
(yelling)
- Take it easy, miss.
- Sorry, sorry, look, I
used my key to get in.
How come you didn't answer?
- I was taking a shower,
why didn't Dana answer?
Dana?
- [Griffin] Well, look, this
is Detective Bronson Worth,
he's gonna get us some
police protection, okay?
- Why?
- Well we think maybe Kenny
didn't die on accident.
- It's just to be
on the safe side.
We're gonna check
some things out here
and I'll have a patrol car
over here this evening.
- Oh my, Detective.
- What's going on?
- Did you say there was
somebody else in this apartment?
- Yes, Dana.
- Call 911, officer
needs backup!
Dana, Dana!
Dana!
(sand hissing)
- Jesus Christ.
- Shh.
Quiet.
She's sleeping.
(thudding)
(groaning)
(intense music)
(groaning)
Time's up, old man.
- Use the gun.
Use the gun.
(gunshots)
- Ouch.
- Just move it, just move it.
- But Dana!
- Look, it's too late, okay?
We just gotta get to a
phone and call the police.
- Bullets didn't stop him,
what the hell are
the cops gonna do?
- I dunno, you
got a better idea?
(glass shattering)
Come on!
-[Megan] What the hell
is that thing?
- He found a way to come back.
- Who?
- The Sandman.
(yelling)
Come on!
No!
Oh god.
(thudding)
Great, what now?
- Back door to the alley.
(thudding)
Stop!
(gasping)
(sand hissing)
- Oh no.
Oh god, Megan, hurry!
(sand hissing)
Hurry!
Hurry, come on!
- This isn't happening.
- What?
- The combination, I keep
it under the counter.
- What?
- Wait, I think I know it.
- Okay, just think, think.
- 12, 22.
It's not working!
- Try it again, try it again.
- 12, 25?
25?
- 22, you said 22!
- [Megan] I know!
- Come on, open the door!
- [Megan] Got it!
- [Griffin] No!
(glass shattering)
- Move it!
What are we gonna do now?
- Just get to the police.
(suspenseful music)
(clattering)
(gasping)
(thudding)
- Hush,
my baby.
My doll.
(gasping)
I pray you don't cry.
- Megan!
Hey, let her go!
Come and get me, right?
Hey, it's me you want, huh?
Yeah, come on, I dare ya.
(groaning)
(crying)
- Griffin.
(yelling)
(car engine sputtering)
- Hey!
What the hell are you doing?
- Oh god.
(tires squealing)
(tires squealing)
Come on, Megan.
(clattering)
(sand hissing)
(tires squealing)
- Put your hands up
where I can see 'em!
I said put your hands up now!
- Look, he's in the car, please,
we've gotta get outta here!
-
[Officer] Driving like a maniac!
- Please, I'm telling
you, he is in the car,
you've gotta believe me!
- Check it out.
- Please, let's
just get outta here.
- Anything?
- Nothing.
- Put your hands behind
your head and don't move!
(police radio chattering)
- [Griffin] Suffocating in here.
- They're fumigating.
Place is infested.
(coughing)
- Can you maybe open a window?
- Hey, if I gotta breathe
it, you gotta breathe it.
Now why don't you just tell
me some more about your
Sandman.
- Look, I already told you.
He didn't die in the
gas chamber, okay?
He's out there.
- And he's made of sand?
- Yes!
Yes, bullets, they don't
do anything to this guy.
You know?
Water though, seems
to like, no, no,
slow him down or it
stops him or something.
- Of course, 'cause
he's made of sand.
- Yes, yes, that's right!
- That's good.
You really know how
to tell a story, kid.
Sandman.
Very creative.
- I know it sounds crazy, okay?
I know, but I am telling
you the truth, okay?
This guy is out there!
(phone ringing)
- Relax.
Oh yeah.
And they say breathing
this stuff can't hurt ya.
- Look, he has killed
three people already, okay?
I am not making this
up, it is the Sandman.
- Right.
- Screw you!
- No, you've got the
handcuffs on, so screw you.
- I'll take care of it, Garcia.
(phone ringing)
Got it smells in here.
- Give it a couple minutes,
you'll get used to it.
- Wanna bet?
Well,
we've checked out your story.
Bodies were there,
just like you said.
- What about Megan,
where's Megan?
- Why don't you tell us?
- What do you mean?
- What I mean is that you
better start telling us
the truth about what happened.
And don't give me that
shit about a Sandman.
- I am telling you the truth!
(laughing)
- Every three or four
years I get a strange,
weird case of some kind of
machine turning into a monster
or cannibals eating each
other, now a sandman.
You know, it gets
better every time.
- Yeah well I don't
expect you to believe me.
- Look, I understand
about your parents,
but you know what?
Too bad.
That crap don't buy
you pity in my book.
You wanna point your
finger at somebody else
for your troubles?
Your mama didn't breastfeed
you when you were a baby?
You ate too much fast food?
It's all society's fault, right?
Bullshit.
I grew up in the streets,
my father left the
family at seven.
But I don't go around
killin' people.
Three people are dead.
Do you know what they
all have in common?
You.
So why don't you just
tell me the truth?
Huh?
For once I wish one of you
guys would just tell me
the god damn truth!
- I told you I didn't do it!
- Sit down!
Jacket him.
- I love this part.
- No, please, you have
to get me outta here.
You have to, you have to,
he's gonna get to Megan.
Please, help me, please!
- [Radio Dispatcher] Code two.
(suspenseful music)
- [Officer One] Megan?
-
[Officer Two] Yeah, that's her.
- [Officer One] You
know that body upstairs?
It was that new
waitress from the cafe.
Just moved to town.
Man.
-[Officer Two] Christ,
welcome to LA.
-[Officer One] Yeah, and you know
who the killer says did it?
- The Sandman.
- The Sandman?
-[Officer One] Yeah, the Sandman.
- [Officer Two] Nutcase.
- It was the Sandman.
A little bit of
wind in your sails
Little bit of
guilt on your back
They always say the
meek shall prevail
I'm crying every time
I think of leaving you
No turnin' back
- [Griffin] Help me, please.
No turning back.
(door slamming)
- Sorry buddy.
No bedtime stories tonight.
(match flaring)
(crying)
- Please, no, where
are you going?
- It's 6 AM, I'm gonna go
eat my Kung Pao chicken
for breakfast then I'm
gonna get a cup of coffee
and a doughnut.
What's the matter with
you, don't you watch TV?
That's what cops do.
- Please, you can't
leave me in here alone.
- Help me!
- Shut the fuck up!
That little bundle of joy
says Satan made him do it.
Maybe he knows your Sandman?
- Please don't do this to me,
if he comes I won't be able
to fight back, please don't.
- Hey, if you're
a good little boy
maybe the Sandman will
come and sing you to sleep.
(crying)
- No, please, please don't go!
Please, please don't leave me.
- Help me!
- Hey!
I'm gonna get the hose!
- [Man] You're killin' me, man.
(horns honking)
(suspenseful music)
(rattling)
- He's here.
He's here.
He's here.
He's here!
Oh god, somebody help!
It's him, it's the Sandman!
Get me outta here!
Officer, Detective!
- Sleep, baby.
- Please, someone, help
me, get me outta here!
- Sleep.
Down where the woodbines creep.
Be always like the lamb,
so mild,
and kind and sweet.
- What do you want with me?
What do you want with me?
- And gentle, child.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
- No!
(yelling)
(sizzling)
Sunlight saved you, sleep tight.
I'll be back again
tomorrow night.
(crackling)
(sand hissing)
Sleep, baby, sleep
Down where the
woodbines creep
(baby crying)
Be always be like the lamb
So mild and kind and sweet
(clock ticking)
(baby crying)
(screaming)
(yelling)
(thudding)
(crying)
(baby crying)
Sleep, baby, sleep
Down where the
woodbines creep
- Rise and shine, sand boy!
You're going to county.
So the trucker says to his wife.
- Yeah.
- "An angel came and told me
"death is coming
for me tonight."
- Mm-hmm.
- So the wife says,
"Well you gotta hide,
"somewhere he won't find you."
- Mm-hmm.
- So the trucker
shaves his head,
goes to an English pub where
he has never been before,
he waits all day long,
five minutes 'til midnight
in walks death.
- Mm-hmm.
- Looks around the place,
says, "If that trucker
"doesn't show up
in five minutes,
"I'm taking that bald bastard
at the end of the bar."
(laughing)
- Couldn't get away from him.
(tires squealing)
- Uncuff him!
- Okay, miss.
- Do it!
- Relax, be careful with that.
- [Griffin] Your keys and
your guns too, sand boy.
- Now take off your
pants and your shoes.
- What?
(tires squealing)
This isn't gonna look good.
- Shut up!
(tires squealing)
Come on, come on!
(suspenseful music)
- We're running out of
time, the sun's going down.
- Well why are we here then?
Why don't we just go,
get outta this place,
just get away?
- Go where?
I mean, he's just gonna find me.
I've been running from this guy
ever since I was a little kid.
I mean, even when
they put him away,
I was always afraid, you know?
I couldn't even go to sleep
without having the light on.
So see, maybe if I face
him, maybe if I face him
then I still got a chance.
(sirens wailing)
Look, I don't want you
coming with me, all right?
- Why?
Because you care about me?
- Yes.
Because I care.
Just forget it, okay, I
don't need you coming.
- Oh, you don't need me?
If it wasn't for me you'd
be in a cell right now.
Listen, I don't
care what you want.
I'm goin' with you.
And whatever this thing is,
we're facing it together.
You're not alone in this.
You're not alone.
(somber music)
- So what's up, pendejo?
You sure you wanna do this, man?
- If I don't do something
he's just gonna kill me
before the night's over.
- Hey man, I don't
understand you.
Someone's trying to kill
you and you come over here?
Don't you know where
you're at, home boy?
Everybody here's
already dead, man.
(sirens wailing)
(suspenseful music)
Nice knowing you, pendejo.
(engine rumbling)
(suspenseful music)
(screaming)
(screaming)
(laughing)
- Looking for the guy
they call The Preacher.
Where's The Preacher?
(groaning)
- Griffin.
(suspenseful music)
He's gotta be here.
I'm looking for The Preacher!
I know you're here!
I know he's here too!
(match flaring)
- [Preacher] Evil never dies,
it only waits to be reborn.
- Where is he?
- In time.
- Where is he?
- That has no power here.
You don't know real power.
Do you know why you've come?
To end it, to start it.
Because you are the one.
- What the hell are
you talking about?
Why is he after me,
what do you mean?
- For every beginning
there is an end.
He cannot go on until you die.
You are his mortal link
to this world, Griffin.
- Griffin, let's go.
- Where is he?
- Think.
He's always been with you.
Remember!
- No.
No.
- He is evil incarnate.
No soul, no spark
of good left in him.
Was beaten out.
Let me tell you a story.
- Come on, Griffin, let's go.
- There was once a little boy
who was very, very scared.
Sleep, baby, sleep
- [Preacher] Every night
he would lie in his bed,
huddled in a corner, trembling.
His father was a big man,
strong,
mean.
(screaming)
(yelling)
Sleep, baby, sleep
-
[Preacher] Since the mother had died,
he brought up his little boy.
Sleep
- And every night he'd
come into his room drunk,
sing him a lullaby
and beat him, beat
him, beat him!
Sleep, baby, sleep
-
[Preacher] But the
boy could not cry.
Until one night, when he
could take it no further,
this boy who possessed
something special
gave in to his power,
tasted it for the first time.
Evil.
Be always like the lamb
(baby crying)
So mild and kind and sweet
Sleep, baby, sleep
(baby crying)
(glass shattering)
(yelling)
Sleep, baby, sleep
Down where the
woodbines creep
(yelling)
Be always like the lamb
So mild and kind and sweet
Sleep, baby, sleep
(baby crying)
(record hissing)
Sleep, baby, sleep
- He is your brother.
After he killed your
father he came to me.
I took care of him, I showed
him the way to his dreams.
Offer your soul to
the almighty evil.
But first,
sever your mortal link.
We knew you had been adopted,
we didn't know to whom.
- That's why he killed
all those other families.
You were searching for the
family that adopted me.
- As Cain killed Abel,
as Set murdered
his brother Osiris.
So must he kill you.
And now the last night has come.
The sun has set.
You come to me for answers,
only to find out your
time has run out!
(sand hissing)
(laughing)
(sand hissing)
- Griffin!
(laughing)
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
In here!
-
[Griffin] Oh great, there's no
way out!
Okay, look, grab some rags.
- [Megan] What?
- We gotta plug up the cracks.
- [Megan] Think it'll work?
- Don't think we have a choice.
- Now what?
- I guess we just
wait until morning.
If we can survive the night.
(crackling)
- He's not gonna
wait 'til morning.
(sand hissing)
(crackling)
- It's bed time.
(gunshot)
- Get back!
Come on, man, you
gotta tell my story.
- [Griffin] No, forget it
man, let's go, come on Dog!
- [Megan] Come on!
- [Griffin] Let's get outta
here man, that won't work.
- [Megan] Come on!
- Yeah it will,
just get real close.
(crackling)
(yelling)
(thudding)
- Okay, we've gotta find
another way out, come on.
(suspenseful music)
- You think he's given up?
- Not a chance.
God!
I need something
to pry this open.
(suspenseful music)
- [Megan] He's here, move it!
- Go, go, go!
(glass shattering)
(suspenseful music)
- You've gotta be kidding me.
(suspenseful music)
- What are you doing?
- Worth said when you heat
sand, when you melt it,
it turns to glass.
Gotta find some matches.
Come on, it's our only hope.
(suspenseful music)
Have to do.
(clattering)
(suspenseful music)
(sand hissing)
- Wait.
There's a door, I can see
a door to the outside.
(sand hissing)
- Quiet.
(sand hissing)
(ominous music)
You okay?
(sand hissing)
- [Megan] Let's go.
- I'll catch up, okay, just go.
(sand hissing)
I told you to get outta here.
(exploding)
We stopped him.
It's over,
it's finally over.
- I'm gonna find
a way outta here.
(sand hissing)
(breathing heavily)
- Why are you doing this?
- The children can't sleep.
I've gotta put the
children to sleep.
- But you saved me.
You kept our father
from hurting me,
why do you wanna kill me now?
- To end your pain.
- I'm not in any pain.
- I hear your screams.
I hear all the
children's screams.
In the night.
In my head.
The screams must stop.
They must go to sleep.
(glass shattering)
- I think I found a way out.
- No!
- No!
(squelching)
(groaning)
(somber music)
- Good night, little brother.
Time for sleep.
Sleep for me.
(thudding)
(crying)
(ominous music)
(chains rattling)
(gasping)
(suspenseful music)
(rattling)
(crackling)
(match flaring)
- Rest in peace.
(exploding)
(fire crackling)
(dog barking)
(somber music)
(crying)
(exploding)
It'll be all right,
the Sandman is gone.
He's never coming back.
You sleep now.
(wind blowing)
(speaking foreign language)
(somber music)
Sleep, baby sleep
Down where the
woodbines creep
Be always like the lamb
So mild and kind and sweet
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep
Down where the
woodbines creep
Be always like the lamb
So mild and kind and sweet
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep
Down where the
woodbines creep
Be always like the lamb
So mild and kind and sweet
Sleep, baby, sleep
(somber music)