Threshold (2026) Movie Script
1
(intense music)
(record player clicking)
I never thought
I would find myself
with walls around me
Made of my own head
Begging to crush me
So close to touching
Yet so far away
I wait
Wait for a sign (perfume spritzing)
Someone could care for me
Strange as I am
But we're all afraid
In here - Beth!
(record skipping on "All afraid")
(high intensity music)
(visceral growling) (high intensity music)
(lighthearted music)
(soup dripping) (Robert slurping)
(lighthearted music)
- Is the soup warm enough for you?
- Yes, it's fine.
- I tried something new with it.
I don't know if you noticed,
but there's a hint of something special.
Can you taste it?
- Just tell me what it is.
- Cinnamon.
- Right.
- Did you ever think of putting
cinnamon in tomato soup?
- No.
- It's a little extra something.
Do you like it?
- I said it's fine, honey.
Thanks.
- I hope the roast turns
out the way you like it.
I know it's your favourite when I make it.
- I'm sure it's fine.
- My friend, Anna, always says
how her husband brags about her lasagna,
and I told her that you're
always talking about my roasts.
And you always are.
You always tell people,
"Beth makes the best roast.
It's my favourite meal."
It's nice when you say that.
- I like your roast and your lasagna.
- Good!
Good!
I'm glad we were able to
have this date night together.
- Yeah, me too.
- I love you.
(spoon clinking)
(lighthearted music)
- How's your head?
- Oh, it's fine.
It's fine!
It's definitely better.
- Good.
- Oh!
(lighthearted music)
(knife scraping)
(lighthearted music)
(newspapers rustling)
(lighthearted music)
How was work today?
- Same old, same old.
Nothing too exciting.
- Oh, my day was uneventful too.
(utensils clattering) (suspenseful music)
- Did I say my day was uneventful?
Beth?
- Honey, I...
I didn't mean it the way it sounded.
- [Robert] What did you mean?
- I just meant that, well, nothing exciting
happened for me today either.
- Of course not.
How could nothing exciting happen
when all you do is sit around here all day?
(spotlight clicking on)
(high intensity music)
Jesus Christ!
(children giggling)
- What?
What was that?
- [Robert] The hell if I know.
- Well, maybe it was a
passing car or headlights?
- Look like headlights to you?
"Headlights."
(spotlight clicking on)
(high intensity music)
Fuck! (eerie laughter)
- [Eerie Voice] Beth.
- What the hell is going on?
- [Beth] Do you see anything?
- No, I don't.
- Well, maybe you should
get away from the window.
There might be somebody
dangerous out there.
- It's probably just some punk
kids playing a stupid prank.
Fucking little shits.
- But do you see any kids?
I mean, there really aren't
any in the neighbourhood.
- Then maybe it's kids from a
different neighbourhood, Beth.
I really don't fucking know.
- Well, I mean, the Byers have kids,
but they're a half mile down the road
and there really aren't any
other kids in the area.
- Why do you always have
to disagree with everything I say?
- I don't.
I don't mean to, I'm just saying-
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I know what you're saying.
I'm wrong, right?
I'm always wrong!
You're always saying that!
You're always trying
to upset me, aren't you?
- No, I-
- It's just some piece of shit kids.
(Beth breathing raggedly) (brooding music)
(phone receiver clanking)
- What are you doing?
- Calling the police.
(rotary phone dial whirring)
- [Dispatcher] 911, what is
the address of your emergency?
- Hello?
This is Robert Gifford on Maplewood Drive.
I'm calling because...
Tell them you think it's-
(spotlight clicking on) (shrill shrieking)
- 262 Maplewood Drive! (eerie laughter)
Hello?
(dispatcher faintly speaking) Hello.
- [Eerie Voice] What have you done?
Dammit!
- What did you do?
- What happened?
(children giggling) (brooding music)
- The line's dead.
- Oh God, what is that noise?
(shrill shrieking)
(eerie silence)
Are the police coming?
- Didn't you hear me?
I told you, we got cut off.
- Yes, I heard you.
Do you think they got our information
before you got cut off?
- Well, I guess we'll just have to
wait and see now, won't we?
- I'm sorry.
I'm just scared.
- Of what, some prank?
Jesus Christ, you're
such a child sometimes!
(rotary phone dial whirring)
You have reached the Gifford residence.
Robert and Beth are not home right now,
but if you can leave
your name, your number,
and the reason for your call,
we will get back to you
at our earliest convenience.
Thank you.
(brooding music)
(tape recorder clicking) (phone beeping)
(microphone feedback
clicking) (suspenseful music)
- I thought you said the line was dead.
(visceral growling)
- Fuck this.
(suspenseful music)
(door clicking shut)
Okay, you little bastards.
Fun's over. Come on out!
(mischievous childish giggling)
(suspenseful music)
Fine, have it your way!
I'll just go and grab my shotgun,
and then we can talk about
the trespassing laws around here.
You want that?
Huh?
(baby giggling)
For Christ's sake, Beth, what
the hell good are you anyway?
(spotlight clicking on) Shit!
(high intensity music)
- Robert?
(high-pitched whirring)
Robert!
- Stop! No!
(suspenseful music)
- Robert?
(wind chime twinkling)
(object thudding) (floor squeaking)
- [Eerie Voice] Beth. (whispers)
(high intensity music)
(quiet shuffling) (distant thudding)
(suspenseful music) (quiet shuffling)
(deep growling)
(suspenseful music) (quiet shuffling)
(deep growling)
(suspenseful music)
(Beth exhales shakily)
(suspenseful music) (deep quiet growling)
No.
- Beth.
Yes.
- No. No. (suspenseful music)
(visceral growling) Go away.
(suspenseful music)
Leave me alone! (cries)
(breath whooshing)
- Beth! (high intensity music)
(Beth breathing shakily)
(faint indistinct speaking)
- Help me!
Why do you all hurt me!
Stop it!
(Beth crying hysterically)
(indistinct whispering)
(Beth wailing)
(eerie whispering)
(door creaking open)
(Beth breathing shakily)
- [Eerie Voice] Beth.
(Beth breathing shakily)
Beth.
(frogs croaking)
Beth?
- Robert?
(frogs croaking)
- [Eerie Voice] Beth?
- Robert, where are you?
(high intensity music) (gruff growling)
(children laughing)
(shrill audio distortion)
(shrill audio distortion)
What do you want from me?
(children laughing) (spotlight clicking on)
(shrill audio distortion)
(distorted whirring)
- [Eerie Voice] Beth?
(indistinct singing)
- [Robert] Beth!
- Beth. Is that you?
Are you there, Beth?
Are you there?
File note.
Patient has gone unresponsive.
The time is now 1:23 in the
afternoon of the 21st of July,
and the patient is no longer
responding to any base stimuli.
My attempts to nurture or
provoke this "melted man"
remain futile.
But I have been successful so far
in identifying at least
eight distinct personalities
that were there on the
night of Mr. Gifford's murder.
I believe that I will, in time,
be permitted to speak to this melted man.
Prove that Mrs. Gifford was not, in fact,
in full possession of
her own mental faculties.
And that given her illustrious
history of domestic abuse,
the crime committed was done
completely involuntarily of her own accord.
(recorder clicking)
(cassette box snapping)
(recorder clicking)
(button clicking)
- [Beth] It happens when
we turn the lights off!
It always happens in the dark!
- [Psychologist] What
happens in the dark, Beth?
- [Beth] We killed him!
We tore his body apart!
Oh my God, we tore his body apart!
And the melted man, oh God!
- [Psychologist] Beth, I'm
going to ask you to calm down.
No one is going to force
you to do anything, I promise.
I just need you to calm down. Okay?
- [Beth] He will!
You have no idea what he can do to you all!
Well, he's gonna be
here! (indistinct speaking)
- [Psychologist] Am I speaking to him?
- [Beth] He's the devil!
- [Psychologist] Will you allow me to speak
with the melted man?
- [Beth] Please don't let
them turn off the lights!
(Beth crying incoherently)
(recorder button clicks)
(eerie childish laughter)
- Beth?
Beth?
Beth, was that you?
Beth?
(sombre music)
(pen scratching on paper)
(phone clattering)
Hi, yes.
Yes.
Yep, we're done for today.
Yep.
Okay.
(phone clicking)
(eerie distorted whirring)
Beth, what are you smiling at?
(eerie distorted whirring)
What are you smiling at?
(eerie distorted whirring)
(high intensity music)
You're going to be all right.
(high intensity music)
(eerie distorted whirring)
Don't worry. Don't you worry.
(distant scream echoing)
(static whining) I never thought
I would find myself
with walls around me
Made of my own head
Begging to crush me
So close to touching
Yet so far away
- [Robert] Beth!
[indistinct voices]
[Sadie] Come on, we're almost there.
Almost there.
[Jacob] This is a terrible mistake.
What the fuck are you guys doing?!
[Marcus] You're gonna be okay.
[Jacob] We cant bring him in here!
[Sadie] He'll die out there, Jacob!
[Jacob] Goddammit! Listen to me!
[Marcus] Hey! Stay with me, man.
[Jacob] Oh my God.
[Marcus] Okay. Look at me. Look at me.
Hey, what's your name, man?
Talk to me. Can you speak English?
No, no no.
Look at me. Look at me.
Sadie. Sadie!
Watch the bag!
[Sadie] Jesus. Jacob.
Take it and shut up!
[Marcus] Buddy.
[Sadie] Just remember it's 900 years old.
I don't know this language.
What is it?
[Marcus] I've never heard anything like it.
Wait a minute, guys, where is Kayla?!
Kayla?
She was supposed to be back hours ago!
Kayla!
We'll find her, but right now, lights!
What if he fucking killed her?
What the fuck are you talking about?
He's so cold he can barely move.
He didn't kill anyone and Kayla's not dead.
Where is she?
Sadie, I need help!
[Jacob] She was supposed to be here.
She was supposed to call Yuri.
Argue later! He's losing a lot of blood!
Jacob, get some lights on!
[Marcus] Hey. Hey.
Okay.
Hey, everything's gonna be
okay. Just try and breathe.
[Jacob] The generator's down!
[Sadie] Go check it out!
[Jacob] I'm not going back
out there. Are you fucking crazy?
Then be useful and get the
lanterns in the bunk room.
Wait, wait, wait. I need
towels and water first.
Okay, Jacob, get your flashlight in here.
Okay, okay!
[Marcus] I don't understand you, buddy.
Jacob, flashlight!
Hey, talk to me. Tell me where it hurts.
Jacob, goddammit!
Shut up, Marcus!
What if I don't wanna be involved?
Involved?!
What the fuck are you talking about?!
What are you holding right now, huh?
I know, but you guys talked me into it!
I told you this is a bad idea!
That's bullshit and you fucking know it!
I told you two days ago
that we should just stop!
We should leave where it was!
I told you that we should
leave. That was my vote!
[Sadie] Here.
[Jacob] Oh!
[Marcus] Hey, I'm just gonna try
and find where you're bleeding, okay?
All right, just breath, breathe.
Oh, God.
This is not right.
This is not right at all.
[Marcus] Well, you're in it!
Lanterns now, please!
Okay. Okay.
[Marcus] Just keep breathing.
[Jacob] Fuck.
Where are they?
[Sadie] Just fucking find them!
Fuck!
Okay.
I can't find anything on him.
What do you mean? He's covered in blood.
I know.
I can't find anything wrong.
What if he dies here?
We deal with it.
Come on.
Fuck!
Don't turn. Don't turn.
Don't turn.
Oh!
Guys! There's something outside!
I told you something was following us.
It's Kayla!
[Jacob] Wait, you can't go out there.
Wait!
[Sadie] Shit.
[Marcus] Hey, Sadie. Hang on. He's right.
Just make sure it's her, okay?!
[Sadie] She could be hurt!
She's not hurt. She's dead!
Look, just check out the window.
[Jacob] What the fuck is
wrong with him, Marcus?
I don't know.
I can't see anything.
[Jacob] Where's all that blood coming from?
[Marcus] I don't know!
[Jacob] It's not his blood is it? Is it?
Oh my God, help!
[Jacob] It's coming! It's happening.
It's not happening! It's not real!
Suck it up, pleb! Grow some balls!
Baby?
His heart's beating out of his chest.
Kayla!
[Jacob] Wait, wait, wait, wait.
We don't know what's out there!
Kayla is out there.
[Jacob] Wait, wait, wait!
Sadie, wait!
It's not safe out there.
Please come back inside.
Sadie, come back inside!
[Sadie] Baby. What's wrong?
We gotta get you inside.
Kayla.
[Kayla] Help!
[Sadie] Oh my God!
What happened to you?
[Kayla] I was...
[Sadie] Oh, what happened to your face?
[Kayla] It's so cold.
What's going on?
[Kayla] So cold.
[Sadie] It's Kayla! She's hurt!
[Marcus] Go help them, Jacob!
[Sadie] We're gonna get you in, okay?
[Jacob] Okay. Okay. Okay.
[Sadie] I thought I lost you,
but you're gonna be all right.
[Jacob] Come on, let's get you warm.
[Sadie] Here. I'll help you up.
[Jacob] Oh, Jesus! What happened to you?
Hurry up.
[Sadie] Watch your feet.
Watch your feet, baby.
Watch your feet, baby. We got you.
Come on. Alright. Alright.
[Marcus] I got her. Try and
get the door. Get the door.
You take her.
Alright. Alright.
I'm just gonna lay her
down on me here, okay?
[Marcus] You're okay.
You're okay. You're okay.
[Sadie] Sorry. Sorry.
I need a towel. Give me a towel.
Here. What the fuck happened?
How did we get this so wrong?
Put pressure on it, Sadie.
Press it in tight.
What happened?
It was one of them, wasn't it?
Grow up, Jacob!
Look at her face!
What else could have done this to her?
Sure as hell wasn't some
fucking fairytale monster!
We need to call Yuri.
Sadie.
I'm here baby. Just tell me what you need.
Where?
What?
Where is it?
Don't worry about that right now.
[Kayla] Where is it?!
[Sadie] It's it's safe, baby. We got it.
It's here.
It's coming.
You can bring it
to me.
What?
You don't know how to use it.
No time. Bring it!
Who's that?
Who else is here?
We found a man on the
way back from the cave.
[Kayla] What man?
Stay still, baby. What's wrong? He's hurt.
He did this to me!
Hey! Hey, take it easy.
It's gonna be okay.
Kill it!
What?
Kill it now!
You're talking crazy, baby.
You have to kill it!
He's one of them!
You have to kill it!
Marcus!
Take the key!
What are you talking about?
[Man] Your blood!
I need more!
What the fuck?!
[Man] Give it to me!
[Marcus] Somebody help me, goddamn it!
What?
[Kayla] Kill it before it kills us all!
Kill it!
Kill it!
Kill it!
Kill it!
What did you do?
[Jacob] I... I...
Kayla.
I thought...
We need to call Yuri!
We need the chopper!
You might have killed
him, you goddamn idiot!
[Jacob] No, we need the chopper.
[Marcus] You've lost your fucking mind!
He probably had a stroke,
not demons!
[Jacob] You said that Yuri
would come with a chopper
when we needed to go
and we need to go!
[Marcus] Wait. Shut up.
Look.
There's something in here.
What the fuck is that, Marcus?
What does this mean?
Sadie, what is this?
I don't...
I fucking told you!
What the fuck is that
if it's not one of them?!
We shouldn't have come out here.
We shouldn't have done this.
I fucking told you!
Oh my God.
Kayla?
What are you doing?
No.
Oh, fuck.
What have we done?
I won't let you have it!
The key.
(gentle acoustic music)
(lock rattling)
(gentle acoustic music)
(car rumbling quietly)
(gentle acoustic music)
- Can you get your stuff out the back?
- Hey, you must be Brandon.
And you are?
- Holly.
Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
I didn't expect you for
another hour or two.
Can I help you with any of that?
Uh, yes.
- No. No, thanks.
We're good.
- All right, well, let's head inside.
Show you the rest of the place.
Mind if I ask you two
for something real quick?
(shutter snapping) (polaroid whirring)
The property itself has
actually been around for a while.
We thought it'd make a great location
for a romantic getaway.
I keep the house fully stocked,
so anything you'll need is probably here.
- All right.
All right, cool.
- Great!
Since the off season is coming up,
some of the rooms are locked, FYI.
Anything you guys need before I head out?
- No, I think we're all set.
- Well, all right.
I'll be on my way.
You two enjoy your time here.
- Thanks.
- We'll be sure to.
- Looking forward to it.
(door slamming)
I'm glad we decided to come out here.
This week's gonna be nice.
Good, you know?
Just gonna be the two
of us, no distractions.
(eerie whirring)
What? What are you looking at?
(eerie whirring)
- I think that's mould.
Aren't you allergic to mould?
- That's...
That isn't...
All right, I need you to
be with me on this, okay?
We're gonna fix what we have here, right?
Right?
- Please stop.
- Stop what? We-
- Not we. You.
You, trying to fix this.
- You cannot opt out of this right now!
We wanted to come out
here, and now we're here.
This is going to be a good week for us.
- We should really tell the
property guy about the mould.
You're allergic.
(quiet bubbling)
(loud rattling)
(unnerving whirring)
(shrill screaming)
(eerie music)
(quiet bubbling)
(unnerving whirring) (eerie music)
(static glitching)
(Brandon groans)
- Hey, I'm gonna run out of town
and grab some dinner stuff.
- Why?
We have everything we
could possibly need right here.
- Jesus, I told you there was mould.
I'll grab you some ointment
or Benadryl or something, okay?
- Look, if we're not gonna
talk about this, we might as-
(door clicks)
(crows cawing) (anticipatory music)
(soft whirring) (eerie music)
(Brandon groaning)
(eerie music)
(Brandon breathing heavily)
(eerie music)
(items rattling)
(eerie music)
- What a pain in the ass.
Fuck.
(eerie music)
(door clicking)
(eerie music)
(door creaks softly)
(wind blowing softly)
(quiet bubbling) (eerie music)
(wind whooshing) (quiet bubbling)
(door creaking)
(door clicks softly)
(car rumbling)
- Jesus. (whispers)
I'm calling the property
manager. We're going home.
Hello?
- Hey.
Stop, just...
There's a strange rash
forming on my boyfriend.
We need to leave early.
- [Property Manager]
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Do you mind if I swing
by and check the house?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's great, just-
- [Property Manager] Hang
tight. I'll be right there.
- Okay. Thanks.
Okay, property guy's on his way.
Let's just get ready to go, okay?
I'll call a doctor and
get you an appointment.
Oh, I got some ointment
stuff, some stuff in the car
and if the house guy
comes, just talk to him, okay?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
(crows cawing)
(quiet rustling)
(car engine rumbling)
(brakes whining)
(crows cawing)
(eerie music)
(quiet bubbling) (crows cawing)
(harsh audio distortion)
(property manager breathing raggedly)
(eerie music) (harsh audio distortion)
(eerie silence)
(tense music)
(intense music)
(gunshot pinging)
(intense music)
(gunshot pinging)
(intense music)
- [Dispatcher] 911, what
is your current location?
- I'm at the rental.
Pinewood Drive?
Please.
He has a gun. (crying)
- [Dispatcher] Okay, ma'am,
we need you to stay put.
Are you somewhere safe?
- No, no, no, no, I'm outside.
I'm outside, I'm next to my car.
Please, please come here.
Please, he's got-
- [Dispatcher] Ma'am,
stay right where you are.
We're sending someone right to you.
(suspenseful music)
(crows cawing)
(phone ringing)
(phone stops ringing)
(intense music) (Holly screams)
(intense music)
(gunshot pinging)
(gunshot pinging) (Holly yelps)
(intense music)
- Jesus!
- We have to get out here, please!
Please, we have to get out of here!
Please, we're not safe!
- I know, I know, okay?
The basement. Get to the basement floor.
- Please! What?
- It's the last green door on the left.
Go! (Holly whimpering)
Go!
(eerie whirring) (quiet gurgling)
- Brandon.
(Holly screams)
- Holly!
(Brandon screaming)
(intense music)
(eerie, tense music)
(Holly whimpering)
(eerie, tense music) (quiet bubbling)
(shrill snapping) (Holly grimacing)
Holly!
(Brandon screaming)
(eerie tense whirring)
(Holly crying out)
(Holly screaming)
(Brandon screaming)
(Holly screaming) (eerie whirring)
(wooden banging)
(quiet bubbling)
- [Brandon] Wake up, goddammit.
(Holly gasps) Fuck!
God fucking dammit.
Jesus fuck.
(Holly grimaces)
We can't stay here.
- What the fuck?
- We can't stay here.
We can't stay here.
- Okay, we're going to
make a break for the car.
No, no, I'm gonna go first,
you're going to go right behind me.
Don't stop until you get
to the car and start it, okay?
Don't stop no matter what.
I love you.
- I love you.
(both breathing shakily)
(tense music)
- Okay.
Three.
Two.
One. (blinds rattling)
(tense music)
Go, go, go!
(Holly screaming)
(gunshot pinging)
(squelching of blood)
(Brandon groans)
(Brandon screaming)
(tense music)
(gunshot pinging) (squelching of blood)
(body thuds on ground)
- No!
(Brandon screaming) (tense music)
(Brandon screaming)
(quiet bubbling)
(Brandon breathing
heavily) (distorted whirring)
(gurgling intensifying)
(distorted whirring)
(Brandon screaming)
(broom swishing softly)
(gentle acoustic music)
(lock rattling softly)
(gentle acoustic music)
(bags thudding)
(truck gate clacking)
(gentle acoustic music)
(items clattering)
(gentle acoustic music)
(car engine purring)
(gentle acoustic music)
(disorientating music) (quiet fluttering)
(atmospheric music)
- So where do you want to start?
- By taking these off?
- I don't think so.
I like them where they are.
You're like a rock star in perpetuity.
You know the ones.
Think they're dead and
then they turn up on stage
and it kind of ruins your day?
What brings you to Crowtown?
Gonna go through the door?
- Can't.
Never given a key.
- Keys are easy.
You can get them anywhere.
- Yeah.
Where?
- I ask the questions!
Murderer.
- Do you know what it says in the book?
- Genesis chapter four, verse 15.
"And the Lord said unto
him, 'Anyone who kills Cain
shall suffer vengeance seven times over.'"
"Kills."
Not push you into a table.
Besides, I don't think
he really gives a shit
about you these days.
So once again, where do you want to start?
- A dame.
- Go on.
- [Cain] She hired me to find her dog.
- You want me to push
you into that table again?
Dogs don't come here.
They go straight to heaven.
- It's true.
D-O-G. Dog.
- Dog in Crowtown.
I suppose that will
bring you in a lot of coin.
- Just one.
But it's one of 30 very
special silver coins.
- And I suppose you have proof of this.
- Yeah.
I need to be free to show you.
- No.
- It's in my pocket.
(tense music)
- What's this?
- Photos.
- This is not a camera.
- Of course it ain't.
It's so you can look at the pictures.
(suspenseful music)
(music intensifies)
- Is this a joke?
- That's the dame that hired me.
- That is a vase in a field.
If you keep mocking me about like this,
I'm gonna tear your spine out.
- I use these to keep the story straight.
Vase is the dame.
Fire is a fight.
And a key, well, you know what that means?
- It means you're full of shit.
I think you have wasted
enough of my time, Mr. Cain.
Cain.
- What?
- No mister. Just Cain.
You see, I'm from a
time well before prefixes.
In fact, I'm before a lot
of things became common.
Birth, murder, guilt.
So if I ask you to look at
the pictures, indulge me.
(tense music)
- Whatever you say.
Mr. Cain.
- You see, the thing about Crowtown
is that it shouldn't exist.
- And why is that?
- Well, there's no need for it.
You die, you face the door.
You turn your key in the lock.
If you're good, you go to heaven.
Bad, and you fall into hell.
- It doesn't work like that.
- No, because God made a mistake.
He gave us all free will.
- To do what?
- To refuse to go through the door.
And the town grew,
filled with people happier
to live a half life here
and risk the choice.
- People like me.
- [Cain] Oh no, Oswald.
- That's Detective Gravel.
- Hmm.
You didn't choose to stay here.
You lost your key.
Remember?
- Is this going anywhere?
- Of course.
So I needed to speak to Pilot.
Next slide.
- Pilot's politics.
You're better off speaking to the families.
- Pilot runs the families.
Everyone knows that.
- And what did Pilot have to say?
- The usual. Politician talk.
But he did tell me where
the dog could usually be seen.
Next slide.
- I know that place.
That's Aphrodite's bar.
- That's right.
That's where I first saw her.
The girl in the red dress.
- What girl?
- You don't recognise her.
Interesting.
Try again as if you're looking
out the corner of your eye.
(eerie music)
- Holy crap, how did you do that?
- Do you recognise her?
- Should I?
- Try the next one.
How long have you been a detective, Oswald?
- 30 years.
(Oswald speaks Danish)
I'm sorry, that's means-
- No, I get it.
Copenhagen Precinct.
- You speak Danish.
(Cain speaks Danish)
- And after you died?
- Six years in Crowtown.
- Never wanted to move on?
Never wanted to turn the key?
- What?
- I mean, you can easily
get them down here.
People are just queuing up to sell them.
Isn't that what you said?
(suspenseful music)
- Maybe I'm scared.
Maybe I know which way the door will open.
- I think we both know
which way the door will open.
Now, how did you die?
- Mafia hit.
They thought I was asking too much
to look the other way, so I was removed.
- How?
(tense music)
- Drive-by.
When I was taking my
wife to an evening class.
Killed us both.
- Now, I bet that pissed her off.
- She understood.
I mean, she knew where
the money was coming from.
- So what happened to her?
- I don't know.
Till death us do part,
that's what the book says
So once we're down here...
Why?
- Next slide.
You see, now I followed
that dog all over Crowtown.
The business area, the suicide
slums, the atheist quarter.
Always moving.
Always hustling.
- Now I'm getting really sick of this.
How about you tell me what
this has got to do with me?
- Why do you think it has
anything to do with you?
- Because you asked for me
by name when you came in.
(Cain chuckles)
- Haven't you worked it out yet?
I mean, I pretty much
stated it when I walked in.
D-O-G.
Dog.
Detective.
Oswald.
Gravel!
Now...
Now, I've been looking
for you for a very long time.
(Oswald speaks in Danish)
(Oswald chokes)
- You've been a bad doggie.
- You ain't got nothing.
Those pictures are just random crap.
I don't know that girl!
- Oh, not so.
Look again.
- No.
- I said look.
- And I said no!
(Oswald shouts out)
- Now listen to me!
Yeah?
I killed my brother and I created murder!
Do you really wanna go this way with me.
- This isn't right!
I'm supposed to be interrogating you!
You were never!
Ever!
Interrogating me!
Now look!
Your ex-wife, she died.
She should have gone
to heaven, but she didn't.
Why?
- I don't know.
Maybe she lost her key, too.
- Yeah?
And how the hell could she do that?
When you've got the thing around your neck.
Hmm?
- She didn't want to go through the door!
- She didn't get a choice!
You knew the only way for her to go through
was for you two to do it together!
And you didn't wanna do that, did you?
You gutless, gutless man!
- We were through!
- You took her key
and you tossed her into the streets.
You didn't even recognise her, did you?
- You have no right to judge me!
- I'm not the one who judged you.
But you will be judged.
- Is that what my wife
told you when she hired you?
- Your wife didn't hire me.
The Dame did.
- "The Dame."
Who the hell is The Dame?
- You'll find out soon enough.
You see, we're gonna
set up a little reunion.
You and your wife.
And then you're gonna face the door.
- Go ahead.
Bring the bitch here.
(Oswald laughs)
I can't go through without a key
and this is only good for one of us!
- You can easily get 'em down there.
Isn't that what you said?
- Please, you can't do this to me!
- Did she beg like that, Oswald?
Did you listen to her?
Why?
- Why what?
- Why are you doing this?
What are you getting out of this?
- Well, I already told you.
You see, I got one of 30 particular coins,
and I'm collecting the set.
Full house.
You know, your wife will be here in a bit,
so I'll leave you to prepare yourself.
I've been told the journey to hell
can literally tear your skin off.
So sit.
Stay.
Good doggy.
(tense, eerie music)
(distorted audio hissing)
(soft atmospheric music) (quiet fluttering)
(soft atmospheric music)
(intense music)
(record player clicking)
I never thought
I would find myself
with walls around me
Made of my own head
Begging to crush me
So close to touching
Yet so far away
I wait
Wait for a sign (perfume spritzing)
Someone could care for me
Strange as I am
But we're all afraid
In here - Beth!
(record skipping on "All afraid")
(high intensity music)
(visceral growling) (high intensity music)
(lighthearted music)
(soup dripping) (Robert slurping)
(lighthearted music)
- Is the soup warm enough for you?
- Yes, it's fine.
- I tried something new with it.
I don't know if you noticed,
but there's a hint of something special.
Can you taste it?
- Just tell me what it is.
- Cinnamon.
- Right.
- Did you ever think of putting
cinnamon in tomato soup?
- No.
- It's a little extra something.
Do you like it?
- I said it's fine, honey.
Thanks.
- I hope the roast turns
out the way you like it.
I know it's your favourite when I make it.
- I'm sure it's fine.
- My friend, Anna, always says
how her husband brags about her lasagna,
and I told her that you're
always talking about my roasts.
And you always are.
You always tell people,
"Beth makes the best roast.
It's my favourite meal."
It's nice when you say that.
- I like your roast and your lasagna.
- Good!
Good!
I'm glad we were able to
have this date night together.
- Yeah, me too.
- I love you.
(spoon clinking)
(lighthearted music)
- How's your head?
- Oh, it's fine.
It's fine!
It's definitely better.
- Good.
- Oh!
(lighthearted music)
(knife scraping)
(lighthearted music)
(newspapers rustling)
(lighthearted music)
How was work today?
- Same old, same old.
Nothing too exciting.
- Oh, my day was uneventful too.
(utensils clattering) (suspenseful music)
- Did I say my day was uneventful?
Beth?
- Honey, I...
I didn't mean it the way it sounded.
- [Robert] What did you mean?
- I just meant that, well, nothing exciting
happened for me today either.
- Of course not.
How could nothing exciting happen
when all you do is sit around here all day?
(spotlight clicking on)
(high intensity music)
Jesus Christ!
(children giggling)
- What?
What was that?
- [Robert] The hell if I know.
- Well, maybe it was a
passing car or headlights?
- Look like headlights to you?
"Headlights."
(spotlight clicking on)
(high intensity music)
Fuck! (eerie laughter)
- [Eerie Voice] Beth.
- What the hell is going on?
- [Beth] Do you see anything?
- No, I don't.
- Well, maybe you should
get away from the window.
There might be somebody
dangerous out there.
- It's probably just some punk
kids playing a stupid prank.
Fucking little shits.
- But do you see any kids?
I mean, there really aren't
any in the neighbourhood.
- Then maybe it's kids from a
different neighbourhood, Beth.
I really don't fucking know.
- Well, I mean, the Byers have kids,
but they're a half mile down the road
and there really aren't any
other kids in the area.
- Why do you always have
to disagree with everything I say?
- I don't.
I don't mean to, I'm just saying-
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I know what you're saying.
I'm wrong, right?
I'm always wrong!
You're always saying that!
You're always trying
to upset me, aren't you?
- No, I-
- It's just some piece of shit kids.
(Beth breathing raggedly) (brooding music)
(phone receiver clanking)
- What are you doing?
- Calling the police.
(rotary phone dial whirring)
- [Dispatcher] 911, what is
the address of your emergency?
- Hello?
This is Robert Gifford on Maplewood Drive.
I'm calling because...
Tell them you think it's-
(spotlight clicking on) (shrill shrieking)
- 262 Maplewood Drive! (eerie laughter)
Hello?
(dispatcher faintly speaking) Hello.
- [Eerie Voice] What have you done?
Dammit!
- What did you do?
- What happened?
(children giggling) (brooding music)
- The line's dead.
- Oh God, what is that noise?
(shrill shrieking)
(eerie silence)
Are the police coming?
- Didn't you hear me?
I told you, we got cut off.
- Yes, I heard you.
Do you think they got our information
before you got cut off?
- Well, I guess we'll just have to
wait and see now, won't we?
- I'm sorry.
I'm just scared.
- Of what, some prank?
Jesus Christ, you're
such a child sometimes!
(rotary phone dial whirring)
You have reached the Gifford residence.
Robert and Beth are not home right now,
but if you can leave
your name, your number,
and the reason for your call,
we will get back to you
at our earliest convenience.
Thank you.
(brooding music)
(tape recorder clicking) (phone beeping)
(microphone feedback
clicking) (suspenseful music)
- I thought you said the line was dead.
(visceral growling)
- Fuck this.
(suspenseful music)
(door clicking shut)
Okay, you little bastards.
Fun's over. Come on out!
(mischievous childish giggling)
(suspenseful music)
Fine, have it your way!
I'll just go and grab my shotgun,
and then we can talk about
the trespassing laws around here.
You want that?
Huh?
(baby giggling)
For Christ's sake, Beth, what
the hell good are you anyway?
(spotlight clicking on) Shit!
(high intensity music)
- Robert?
(high-pitched whirring)
Robert!
- Stop! No!
(suspenseful music)
- Robert?
(wind chime twinkling)
(object thudding) (floor squeaking)
- [Eerie Voice] Beth. (whispers)
(high intensity music)
(quiet shuffling) (distant thudding)
(suspenseful music) (quiet shuffling)
(deep growling)
(suspenseful music) (quiet shuffling)
(deep growling)
(suspenseful music)
(Beth exhales shakily)
(suspenseful music) (deep quiet growling)
No.
- Beth.
Yes.
- No. No. (suspenseful music)
(visceral growling) Go away.
(suspenseful music)
Leave me alone! (cries)
(breath whooshing)
- Beth! (high intensity music)
(Beth breathing shakily)
(faint indistinct speaking)
- Help me!
Why do you all hurt me!
Stop it!
(Beth crying hysterically)
(indistinct whispering)
(Beth wailing)
(eerie whispering)
(door creaking open)
(Beth breathing shakily)
- [Eerie Voice] Beth.
(Beth breathing shakily)
Beth.
(frogs croaking)
Beth?
- Robert?
(frogs croaking)
- [Eerie Voice] Beth?
- Robert, where are you?
(high intensity music) (gruff growling)
(children laughing)
(shrill audio distortion)
(shrill audio distortion)
What do you want from me?
(children laughing) (spotlight clicking on)
(shrill audio distortion)
(distorted whirring)
- [Eerie Voice] Beth?
(indistinct singing)
- [Robert] Beth!
- Beth. Is that you?
Are you there, Beth?
Are you there?
File note.
Patient has gone unresponsive.
The time is now 1:23 in the
afternoon of the 21st of July,
and the patient is no longer
responding to any base stimuli.
My attempts to nurture or
provoke this "melted man"
remain futile.
But I have been successful so far
in identifying at least
eight distinct personalities
that were there on the
night of Mr. Gifford's murder.
I believe that I will, in time,
be permitted to speak to this melted man.
Prove that Mrs. Gifford was not, in fact,
in full possession of
her own mental faculties.
And that given her illustrious
history of domestic abuse,
the crime committed was done
completely involuntarily of her own accord.
(recorder clicking)
(cassette box snapping)
(recorder clicking)
(button clicking)
- [Beth] It happens when
we turn the lights off!
It always happens in the dark!
- [Psychologist] What
happens in the dark, Beth?
- [Beth] We killed him!
We tore his body apart!
Oh my God, we tore his body apart!
And the melted man, oh God!
- [Psychologist] Beth, I'm
going to ask you to calm down.
No one is going to force
you to do anything, I promise.
I just need you to calm down. Okay?
- [Beth] He will!
You have no idea what he can do to you all!
Well, he's gonna be
here! (indistinct speaking)
- [Psychologist] Am I speaking to him?
- [Beth] He's the devil!
- [Psychologist] Will you allow me to speak
with the melted man?
- [Beth] Please don't let
them turn off the lights!
(Beth crying incoherently)
(recorder button clicks)
(eerie childish laughter)
- Beth?
Beth?
Beth, was that you?
Beth?
(sombre music)
(pen scratching on paper)
(phone clattering)
Hi, yes.
Yes.
Yep, we're done for today.
Yep.
Okay.
(phone clicking)
(eerie distorted whirring)
Beth, what are you smiling at?
(eerie distorted whirring)
What are you smiling at?
(eerie distorted whirring)
(high intensity music)
You're going to be all right.
(high intensity music)
(eerie distorted whirring)
Don't worry. Don't you worry.
(distant scream echoing)
(static whining) I never thought
I would find myself
with walls around me
Made of my own head
Begging to crush me
So close to touching
Yet so far away
- [Robert] Beth!
[indistinct voices]
[Sadie] Come on, we're almost there.
Almost there.
[Jacob] This is a terrible mistake.
What the fuck are you guys doing?!
[Marcus] You're gonna be okay.
[Jacob] We cant bring him in here!
[Sadie] He'll die out there, Jacob!
[Jacob] Goddammit! Listen to me!
[Marcus] Hey! Stay with me, man.
[Jacob] Oh my God.
[Marcus] Okay. Look at me. Look at me.
Hey, what's your name, man?
Talk to me. Can you speak English?
No, no no.
Look at me. Look at me.
Sadie. Sadie!
Watch the bag!
[Sadie] Jesus. Jacob.
Take it and shut up!
[Marcus] Buddy.
[Sadie] Just remember it's 900 years old.
I don't know this language.
What is it?
[Marcus] I've never heard anything like it.
Wait a minute, guys, where is Kayla?!
Kayla?
She was supposed to be back hours ago!
Kayla!
We'll find her, but right now, lights!
What if he fucking killed her?
What the fuck are you talking about?
He's so cold he can barely move.
He didn't kill anyone and Kayla's not dead.
Where is she?
Sadie, I need help!
[Jacob] She was supposed to be here.
She was supposed to call Yuri.
Argue later! He's losing a lot of blood!
Jacob, get some lights on!
[Marcus] Hey. Hey.
Okay.
Hey, everything's gonna be
okay. Just try and breathe.
[Jacob] The generator's down!
[Sadie] Go check it out!
[Jacob] I'm not going back
out there. Are you fucking crazy?
Then be useful and get the
lanterns in the bunk room.
Wait, wait, wait. I need
towels and water first.
Okay, Jacob, get your flashlight in here.
Okay, okay!
[Marcus] I don't understand you, buddy.
Jacob, flashlight!
Hey, talk to me. Tell me where it hurts.
Jacob, goddammit!
Shut up, Marcus!
What if I don't wanna be involved?
Involved?!
What the fuck are you talking about?!
What are you holding right now, huh?
I know, but you guys talked me into it!
I told you this is a bad idea!
That's bullshit and you fucking know it!
I told you two days ago
that we should just stop!
We should leave where it was!
I told you that we should
leave. That was my vote!
[Sadie] Here.
[Jacob] Oh!
[Marcus] Hey, I'm just gonna try
and find where you're bleeding, okay?
All right, just breath, breathe.
Oh, God.
This is not right.
This is not right at all.
[Marcus] Well, you're in it!
Lanterns now, please!
Okay. Okay.
[Marcus] Just keep breathing.
[Jacob] Fuck.
Where are they?
[Sadie] Just fucking find them!
Fuck!
Okay.
I can't find anything on him.
What do you mean? He's covered in blood.
I know.
I can't find anything wrong.
What if he dies here?
We deal with it.
Come on.
Fuck!
Don't turn. Don't turn.
Don't turn.
Oh!
Guys! There's something outside!
I told you something was following us.
It's Kayla!
[Jacob] Wait, you can't go out there.
Wait!
[Sadie] Shit.
[Marcus] Hey, Sadie. Hang on. He's right.
Just make sure it's her, okay?!
[Sadie] She could be hurt!
She's not hurt. She's dead!
Look, just check out the window.
[Jacob] What the fuck is
wrong with him, Marcus?
I don't know.
I can't see anything.
[Jacob] Where's all that blood coming from?
[Marcus] I don't know!
[Jacob] It's not his blood is it? Is it?
Oh my God, help!
[Jacob] It's coming! It's happening.
It's not happening! It's not real!
Suck it up, pleb! Grow some balls!
Baby?
His heart's beating out of his chest.
Kayla!
[Jacob] Wait, wait, wait, wait.
We don't know what's out there!
Kayla is out there.
[Jacob] Wait, wait, wait!
Sadie, wait!
It's not safe out there.
Please come back inside.
Sadie, come back inside!
[Sadie] Baby. What's wrong?
We gotta get you inside.
Kayla.
[Kayla] Help!
[Sadie] Oh my God!
What happened to you?
[Kayla] I was...
[Sadie] Oh, what happened to your face?
[Kayla] It's so cold.
What's going on?
[Kayla] So cold.
[Sadie] It's Kayla! She's hurt!
[Marcus] Go help them, Jacob!
[Sadie] We're gonna get you in, okay?
[Jacob] Okay. Okay. Okay.
[Sadie] I thought I lost you,
but you're gonna be all right.
[Jacob] Come on, let's get you warm.
[Sadie] Here. I'll help you up.
[Jacob] Oh, Jesus! What happened to you?
Hurry up.
[Sadie] Watch your feet.
Watch your feet, baby.
Watch your feet, baby. We got you.
Come on. Alright. Alright.
[Marcus] I got her. Try and
get the door. Get the door.
You take her.
Alright. Alright.
I'm just gonna lay her
down on me here, okay?
[Marcus] You're okay.
You're okay. You're okay.
[Sadie] Sorry. Sorry.
I need a towel. Give me a towel.
Here. What the fuck happened?
How did we get this so wrong?
Put pressure on it, Sadie.
Press it in tight.
What happened?
It was one of them, wasn't it?
Grow up, Jacob!
Look at her face!
What else could have done this to her?
Sure as hell wasn't some
fucking fairytale monster!
We need to call Yuri.
Sadie.
I'm here baby. Just tell me what you need.
Where?
What?
Where is it?
Don't worry about that right now.
[Kayla] Where is it?!
[Sadie] It's it's safe, baby. We got it.
It's here.
It's coming.
You can bring it
to me.
What?
You don't know how to use it.
No time. Bring it!
Who's that?
Who else is here?
We found a man on the
way back from the cave.
[Kayla] What man?
Stay still, baby. What's wrong? He's hurt.
He did this to me!
Hey! Hey, take it easy.
It's gonna be okay.
Kill it!
What?
Kill it now!
You're talking crazy, baby.
You have to kill it!
He's one of them!
You have to kill it!
Marcus!
Take the key!
What are you talking about?
[Man] Your blood!
I need more!
What the fuck?!
[Man] Give it to me!
[Marcus] Somebody help me, goddamn it!
What?
[Kayla] Kill it before it kills us all!
Kill it!
Kill it!
Kill it!
Kill it!
What did you do?
[Jacob] I... I...
Kayla.
I thought...
We need to call Yuri!
We need the chopper!
You might have killed
him, you goddamn idiot!
[Jacob] No, we need the chopper.
[Marcus] You've lost your fucking mind!
He probably had a stroke,
not demons!
[Jacob] You said that Yuri
would come with a chopper
when we needed to go
and we need to go!
[Marcus] Wait. Shut up.
Look.
There's something in here.
What the fuck is that, Marcus?
What does this mean?
Sadie, what is this?
I don't...
I fucking told you!
What the fuck is that
if it's not one of them?!
We shouldn't have come out here.
We shouldn't have done this.
I fucking told you!
Oh my God.
Kayla?
What are you doing?
No.
Oh, fuck.
What have we done?
I won't let you have it!
The key.
(gentle acoustic music)
(lock rattling)
(gentle acoustic music)
(car rumbling quietly)
(gentle acoustic music)
- Can you get your stuff out the back?
- Hey, you must be Brandon.
And you are?
- Holly.
Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
I didn't expect you for
another hour or two.
Can I help you with any of that?
Uh, yes.
- No. No, thanks.
We're good.
- All right, well, let's head inside.
Show you the rest of the place.
Mind if I ask you two
for something real quick?
(shutter snapping) (polaroid whirring)
The property itself has
actually been around for a while.
We thought it'd make a great location
for a romantic getaway.
I keep the house fully stocked,
so anything you'll need is probably here.
- All right.
All right, cool.
- Great!
Since the off season is coming up,
some of the rooms are locked, FYI.
Anything you guys need before I head out?
- No, I think we're all set.
- Well, all right.
I'll be on my way.
You two enjoy your time here.
- Thanks.
- We'll be sure to.
- Looking forward to it.
(door slamming)
I'm glad we decided to come out here.
This week's gonna be nice.
Good, you know?
Just gonna be the two
of us, no distractions.
(eerie whirring)
What? What are you looking at?
(eerie whirring)
- I think that's mould.
Aren't you allergic to mould?
- That's...
That isn't...
All right, I need you to
be with me on this, okay?
We're gonna fix what we have here, right?
Right?
- Please stop.
- Stop what? We-
- Not we. You.
You, trying to fix this.
- You cannot opt out of this right now!
We wanted to come out
here, and now we're here.
This is going to be a good week for us.
- We should really tell the
property guy about the mould.
You're allergic.
(quiet bubbling)
(loud rattling)
(unnerving whirring)
(shrill screaming)
(eerie music)
(quiet bubbling)
(unnerving whirring) (eerie music)
(static glitching)
(Brandon groans)
- Hey, I'm gonna run out of town
and grab some dinner stuff.
- Why?
We have everything we
could possibly need right here.
- Jesus, I told you there was mould.
I'll grab you some ointment
or Benadryl or something, okay?
- Look, if we're not gonna
talk about this, we might as-
(door clicks)
(crows cawing) (anticipatory music)
(soft whirring) (eerie music)
(Brandon groaning)
(eerie music)
(Brandon breathing heavily)
(eerie music)
(items rattling)
(eerie music)
- What a pain in the ass.
Fuck.
(eerie music)
(door clicking)
(eerie music)
(door creaks softly)
(wind blowing softly)
(quiet bubbling) (eerie music)
(wind whooshing) (quiet bubbling)
(door creaking)
(door clicks softly)
(car rumbling)
- Jesus. (whispers)
I'm calling the property
manager. We're going home.
Hello?
- Hey.
Stop, just...
There's a strange rash
forming on my boyfriend.
We need to leave early.
- [Property Manager]
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Do you mind if I swing
by and check the house?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's great, just-
- [Property Manager] Hang
tight. I'll be right there.
- Okay. Thanks.
Okay, property guy's on his way.
Let's just get ready to go, okay?
I'll call a doctor and
get you an appointment.
Oh, I got some ointment
stuff, some stuff in the car
and if the house guy
comes, just talk to him, okay?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
(crows cawing)
(quiet rustling)
(car engine rumbling)
(brakes whining)
(crows cawing)
(eerie music)
(quiet bubbling) (crows cawing)
(harsh audio distortion)
(property manager breathing raggedly)
(eerie music) (harsh audio distortion)
(eerie silence)
(tense music)
(intense music)
(gunshot pinging)
(intense music)
(gunshot pinging)
(intense music)
- [Dispatcher] 911, what
is your current location?
- I'm at the rental.
Pinewood Drive?
Please.
He has a gun. (crying)
- [Dispatcher] Okay, ma'am,
we need you to stay put.
Are you somewhere safe?
- No, no, no, no, I'm outside.
I'm outside, I'm next to my car.
Please, please come here.
Please, he's got-
- [Dispatcher] Ma'am,
stay right where you are.
We're sending someone right to you.
(suspenseful music)
(crows cawing)
(phone ringing)
(phone stops ringing)
(intense music) (Holly screams)
(intense music)
(gunshot pinging)
(gunshot pinging) (Holly yelps)
(intense music)
- Jesus!
- We have to get out here, please!
Please, we have to get out of here!
Please, we're not safe!
- I know, I know, okay?
The basement. Get to the basement floor.
- Please! What?
- It's the last green door on the left.
Go! (Holly whimpering)
Go!
(eerie whirring) (quiet gurgling)
- Brandon.
(Holly screams)
- Holly!
(Brandon screaming)
(intense music)
(eerie, tense music)
(Holly whimpering)
(eerie, tense music) (quiet bubbling)
(shrill snapping) (Holly grimacing)
Holly!
(Brandon screaming)
(eerie tense whirring)
(Holly crying out)
(Holly screaming)
(Brandon screaming)
(Holly screaming) (eerie whirring)
(wooden banging)
(quiet bubbling)
- [Brandon] Wake up, goddammit.
(Holly gasps) Fuck!
God fucking dammit.
Jesus fuck.
(Holly grimaces)
We can't stay here.
- What the fuck?
- We can't stay here.
We can't stay here.
- Okay, we're going to
make a break for the car.
No, no, I'm gonna go first,
you're going to go right behind me.
Don't stop until you get
to the car and start it, okay?
Don't stop no matter what.
I love you.
- I love you.
(both breathing shakily)
(tense music)
- Okay.
Three.
Two.
One. (blinds rattling)
(tense music)
Go, go, go!
(Holly screaming)
(gunshot pinging)
(squelching of blood)
(Brandon groans)
(Brandon screaming)
(tense music)
(gunshot pinging) (squelching of blood)
(body thuds on ground)
- No!
(Brandon screaming) (tense music)
(Brandon screaming)
(quiet bubbling)
(Brandon breathing
heavily) (distorted whirring)
(gurgling intensifying)
(distorted whirring)
(Brandon screaming)
(broom swishing softly)
(gentle acoustic music)
(lock rattling softly)
(gentle acoustic music)
(bags thudding)
(truck gate clacking)
(gentle acoustic music)
(items clattering)
(gentle acoustic music)
(car engine purring)
(gentle acoustic music)
(disorientating music) (quiet fluttering)
(atmospheric music)
- So where do you want to start?
- By taking these off?
- I don't think so.
I like them where they are.
You're like a rock star in perpetuity.
You know the ones.
Think they're dead and
then they turn up on stage
and it kind of ruins your day?
What brings you to Crowtown?
Gonna go through the door?
- Can't.
Never given a key.
- Keys are easy.
You can get them anywhere.
- Yeah.
Where?
- I ask the questions!
Murderer.
- Do you know what it says in the book?
- Genesis chapter four, verse 15.
"And the Lord said unto
him, 'Anyone who kills Cain
shall suffer vengeance seven times over.'"
"Kills."
Not push you into a table.
Besides, I don't think
he really gives a shit
about you these days.
So once again, where do you want to start?
- A dame.
- Go on.
- [Cain] She hired me to find her dog.
- You want me to push
you into that table again?
Dogs don't come here.
They go straight to heaven.
- It's true.
D-O-G. Dog.
- Dog in Crowtown.
I suppose that will
bring you in a lot of coin.
- Just one.
But it's one of 30 very
special silver coins.
- And I suppose you have proof of this.
- Yeah.
I need to be free to show you.
- No.
- It's in my pocket.
(tense music)
- What's this?
- Photos.
- This is not a camera.
- Of course it ain't.
It's so you can look at the pictures.
(suspenseful music)
(music intensifies)
- Is this a joke?
- That's the dame that hired me.
- That is a vase in a field.
If you keep mocking me about like this,
I'm gonna tear your spine out.
- I use these to keep the story straight.
Vase is the dame.
Fire is a fight.
And a key, well, you know what that means?
- It means you're full of shit.
I think you have wasted
enough of my time, Mr. Cain.
Cain.
- What?
- No mister. Just Cain.
You see, I'm from a
time well before prefixes.
In fact, I'm before a lot
of things became common.
Birth, murder, guilt.
So if I ask you to look at
the pictures, indulge me.
(tense music)
- Whatever you say.
Mr. Cain.
- You see, the thing about Crowtown
is that it shouldn't exist.
- And why is that?
- Well, there's no need for it.
You die, you face the door.
You turn your key in the lock.
If you're good, you go to heaven.
Bad, and you fall into hell.
- It doesn't work like that.
- No, because God made a mistake.
He gave us all free will.
- To do what?
- To refuse to go through the door.
And the town grew,
filled with people happier
to live a half life here
and risk the choice.
- People like me.
- [Cain] Oh no, Oswald.
- That's Detective Gravel.
- Hmm.
You didn't choose to stay here.
You lost your key.
Remember?
- Is this going anywhere?
- Of course.
So I needed to speak to Pilot.
Next slide.
- Pilot's politics.
You're better off speaking to the families.
- Pilot runs the families.
Everyone knows that.
- And what did Pilot have to say?
- The usual. Politician talk.
But he did tell me where
the dog could usually be seen.
Next slide.
- I know that place.
That's Aphrodite's bar.
- That's right.
That's where I first saw her.
The girl in the red dress.
- What girl?
- You don't recognise her.
Interesting.
Try again as if you're looking
out the corner of your eye.
(eerie music)
- Holy crap, how did you do that?
- Do you recognise her?
- Should I?
- Try the next one.
How long have you been a detective, Oswald?
- 30 years.
(Oswald speaks Danish)
I'm sorry, that's means-
- No, I get it.
Copenhagen Precinct.
- You speak Danish.
(Cain speaks Danish)
- And after you died?
- Six years in Crowtown.
- Never wanted to move on?
Never wanted to turn the key?
- What?
- I mean, you can easily
get them down here.
People are just queuing up to sell them.
Isn't that what you said?
(suspenseful music)
- Maybe I'm scared.
Maybe I know which way the door will open.
- I think we both know
which way the door will open.
Now, how did you die?
- Mafia hit.
They thought I was asking too much
to look the other way, so I was removed.
- How?
(tense music)
- Drive-by.
When I was taking my
wife to an evening class.
Killed us both.
- Now, I bet that pissed her off.
- She understood.
I mean, she knew where
the money was coming from.
- So what happened to her?
- I don't know.
Till death us do part,
that's what the book says
So once we're down here...
Why?
- Next slide.
You see, now I followed
that dog all over Crowtown.
The business area, the suicide
slums, the atheist quarter.
Always moving.
Always hustling.
- Now I'm getting really sick of this.
How about you tell me what
this has got to do with me?
- Why do you think it has
anything to do with you?
- Because you asked for me
by name when you came in.
(Cain chuckles)
- Haven't you worked it out yet?
I mean, I pretty much
stated it when I walked in.
D-O-G.
Dog.
Detective.
Oswald.
Gravel!
Now...
Now, I've been looking
for you for a very long time.
(Oswald speaks in Danish)
(Oswald chokes)
- You've been a bad doggie.
- You ain't got nothing.
Those pictures are just random crap.
I don't know that girl!
- Oh, not so.
Look again.
- No.
- I said look.
- And I said no!
(Oswald shouts out)
- Now listen to me!
Yeah?
I killed my brother and I created murder!
Do you really wanna go this way with me.
- This isn't right!
I'm supposed to be interrogating you!
You were never!
Ever!
Interrogating me!
Now look!
Your ex-wife, she died.
She should have gone
to heaven, but she didn't.
Why?
- I don't know.
Maybe she lost her key, too.
- Yeah?
And how the hell could she do that?
When you've got the thing around your neck.
Hmm?
- She didn't want to go through the door!
- She didn't get a choice!
You knew the only way for her to go through
was for you two to do it together!
And you didn't wanna do that, did you?
You gutless, gutless man!
- We were through!
- You took her key
and you tossed her into the streets.
You didn't even recognise her, did you?
- You have no right to judge me!
- I'm not the one who judged you.
But you will be judged.
- Is that what my wife
told you when she hired you?
- Your wife didn't hire me.
The Dame did.
- "The Dame."
Who the hell is The Dame?
- You'll find out soon enough.
You see, we're gonna
set up a little reunion.
You and your wife.
And then you're gonna face the door.
- Go ahead.
Bring the bitch here.
(Oswald laughs)
I can't go through without a key
and this is only good for one of us!
- You can easily get 'em down there.
Isn't that what you said?
- Please, you can't do this to me!
- Did she beg like that, Oswald?
Did you listen to her?
Why?
- Why what?
- Why are you doing this?
What are you getting out of this?
- Well, I already told you.
You see, I got one of 30 particular coins,
and I'm collecting the set.
Full house.
You know, your wife will be here in a bit,
so I'll leave you to prepare yourself.
I've been told the journey to hell
can literally tear your skin off.
So sit.
Stay.
Good doggy.
(tense, eerie music)
(distorted audio hissing)
(soft atmospheric music) (quiet fluttering)
(soft atmospheric music)