Watch Me Sleep (2023) Movie Script
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(mysterious music)
(fire crackling)
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(bell tolls)
(wind howling)
(door creaks)
(birds chirping)
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(Sean sighs)
(clock chimes)
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(deep piano tone)
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(birds chirping)
- Ah.
Mr. Martin.
I trust you had a good journey.
First of all, I'd like to say how
very sorry I am for your loss.
Nothing can ever prepare you
for the loss of a loved one,
especially a parent.
I, on behalf of Pollard & Sons,
would like to extend
our deepest condolences
at this difficult time for
both yourself and your family.
Well as you can say, she's at
the front of our main hall.
We will leave you in peace with her
but if you need anything
or you have any questions,
we'll be in the room to
the right of the hall.
I'll leave you with her.
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(Sean spits)
(door clacks)
(wind howling)
(lighter sparks)
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(sharp pop)
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- Sean!
- [Sean] Hey.
Mate.
- How you doing?
- How you doing, eh?
(Mark laughs)
- So how did it go?
- Good, I suppose.
- How does she look?
- How does she look?
Like me mum, only dead.
- How long are you
staying at your mum's for?
Do I get to see a bit more
of you now at the posh end of the city?
- Until the sale goes through,
mate, then I'm out of there.
- All right, well, I've put as much stuff
as I can into boxes in the spare room
and there's not much
left to be honest, mate.
- Really appreciate that,
mate, cheers, thank you.
- Want your keys back?
- Hang onto 'em, mate,
until the sale goes through,
if that's all right.
- Yeah, no worries.
I would say let's go to
the pub for a beer, but-
- But now you've already said it, to me.
What are you doing?
- Force of habit, mate.
- Come on.
- But look, you are coming
to the party tomorrow though, yeah?
I am even gonna make you
a non-alcoholic punch.
How does that sound?
- Oh.
That sounds irresistible, mate, yeah.
- Look, tomorrow is gonna be
tough for you, Sean, right?
And you need to be
around your friends, so.
- I'm all right, mate,
don't worry about it.
I'm back at work, I'm all right.
- Are you sure you're
ready to be back to work?
(distant dog barks)
- Taxi driving, it's not hard.
- Yeah, I suppose.
But come on, look, you will be there
because all it's about is
doing the things that you love,
just without booze, which is dead easy.
- Oh, that's easy, is it?
I wish I'd thought of that.
Jesus, Mark.
- All right.
In principle, it's easy.
- Yeah, in principle.
- You heading home?
- Yes, mate.
I'm gonna walk alone though
for a little bit, mate.
Just clear me head if
that's all right with you.
- Look mate, don't flatter yourself.
I'm going to meet Laura anyway.
But if you need anything,
just let me know and I
will see you tomorrow.
- Yeah, all right.
- All right, mate.
- Bye.
- I'll see ya in a bit.
(people chattering)
- Mr. Martin?
- Yes.
- Pete Ackerman, we spoke on the phone.
- Mr. Ackerman, nice to meet you.
- Can I offer you a drink at all?
- No, thank you.
- Okay.
First of all, can I express
my deepest condolences-
- No need, Mr. Ackerman.
If we can just get straight down
to business, I'd appreciate that.
- Right, sorry, I didn't
mean to offend you.
- You haven't offended me.
I'd prefer it if we got down
to business, if that's okay with you.
- Okay, certainly.
Sorry, my apologies.
Okay, here we have a variety
of high-spec webcams all
with built-in nightvision.
They're small enough for discretion
but the quality is of a high standard.
- And which one would you recommend?
- So I would recommend the DC-9
because that has all the
capabilities of the DC-11
but without the additional-
- Mr. Ackerman,
you do understand that I
just want to put a camera
inside the coffin so that
I can see she's dead.
That is what you do, isn't it?
- Well, we at Watch Me Sleep
offer the opportunity for loved ones
to gain comfort from such a service.
It's common that loved ones long for one
final look at their
loved ones after death.
- How do I access the camera?
- Well, as you know,
the camera will be fixed on
the underside of the lid.
To access, you will be
given a special code.
Once you have your code, you
will log in on the website.
Once you have this code,
you can never change it.
So please keep hold of it.
With this, you'll be able
to log in to the cameras
for approximately five
minutes on every one occasion.
Here,
we have a list of packages
and subscription options
and we would recommend
the four-week option.
- It only goes to four
weeks, why only four weeks?
- Well, Mr. Martin,
most people find four weeks is more
than substantial for the
viewing of their loved ones.
- Okay, and what if I
wanted it for longer?
- I have to be frank here, Mr. Martin.
The undertakers make the body
very presentable for their loved ones
but you have to understand,
this is superficial.
Lots of makeup and toning
is applied to make the
person look presentable.
After a short amount of
time, that won't be the case.
- I want it for longer.
- How long are we talking?
- 12 months at least.
- That's just not possible
and even if it were,
I would strongly
recommend that you didn't.
- What do you mean it's not possible?
You just told me about
all these fancy cameras
and you're telling me
they won't last 12 months?
- No, it's not that.
- So why is it not possible?
- It's that it's just not-
- [Sean] I will pay whatever it costs.
- Look, it goes against
our policy, Mr. Martin.
- "Our policy," what's
all this "our" business?
You're not a corporation, Mr. Ackerman.
I know it's only you, are
we gonna do this or not?
- All right, look,
you're a straight-talker.
Allow me to be straight with you.
She will not look like
your mother in 12 months.
- How much will this cost?
I want the best package possible
and here is a few extra
quid for your trouble.
If you don't take this,
I'll walk out of here and
find somebody who will.
- Mr. Martin, please.
You have to understand that such a service
is considered indecent
in the eyes of most.
Discretion is paramount here
and while I don't understand your reasons
for wanting this, I'm
sure they're founded.
Now while I can't agree to this on paper,
I am willing to turn a blind eye.
However, should anyone
ever find out about this,
I would deny any involvement
and I'd put it down to hackers.
Do you understand?
- Yeah, 12 months.
- Okay.
Four weeks
on record
and a further 11 months off record.
I will fix the camera myself later today.
Keep hold of that code
because after today,
it can never be changed
and it goes without saying
you should never share
your code with anyone else.
If you wish to contact me,
please only do so on this number.
Do not try and contact
me by any other means.
Are we clear?
- Yes.
- [Show Actor 1] It should
be a good night in Cardiff.
It's always been a bit of a giggle.
- [Show Host] Oh, here we go.
Number four?
- [Show Actor 2] I am
setting up at midnight.
We're gonna try and set
off about 11 o'clock,
high percent and now it's 2:30.
So I should be with them about 7:00
and we'll do another
bloody go, how's that?
(mug shatters)
(clock ticking)
(actors on laptop chattering)
- [Show Actor 2] Oh shit,
it really does have seems.
So I've definitely witnessed some active.
(Murdock purrs)
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(birds chirping)
(alarm beeps)
(birds chirping)
(Murdock purrs)
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(wind howls)
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(keys clink)
(birds chirping)
(clock ticking)
(Murdock purrs)
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(cupboard creaks)
(clock ticking)
- Yeah, I don't see why not.
- That was good.
I wonder if she's good?
(woman gasps)
- Is she?
You're such a hound.
(Joe laughs)
Joe.
I don't know why I put up with you.
- Because you love me. (chuckles)
(taxi whooshes)
- Are you all right, mate?
- Sorry?
- I said are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm just a bit-
- Just a bit what?
- I'm just a bit,
I don't know.
- You don't know?
Should you even be driving?
(radio chatters)
- I told you I was fine.
- Yeah, well just focus on the road, yeah?
(crickets chirping)
(clock ticking)
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(laptop beeps)
(festive Halloween music)
(Halloween decorations screeching)
- [Decoration] Do you wanna play?
(party guests chattering)
(festive Halloween music)
- [Ghoul Decoration] Brains!
- [Skeleton Decoration]
Well, well, well, a visitor.
(jack-o-lantern cackles)
(Halloween-themed organ music)
- Do you wanna play?
- Hi, hey.
- What's up?
- How you doing, gang?
Look babe, creepy tunnel.
- Yeah.
- That's it.
Pumpkins on this wall.
- Oh, look at those pretty ghouls.
- That one is not for you, mate.
This is your special brew.
- Special brew?
I'm honored.
- Come here.
- Hello, mate.
How you doing?
Hey, Laura.
- Hey you.
- Nice outfit.
- Thank you.
- So, been here long?
- A few minutes.
- Yeah, you seen anyone you know?
- Oh yeah, loads.
I'm a social butterfly.
I know
you
and I know you.
I think you need more alcohol.
- I think you need to not be jealous.
- I know, but-
- [Mark] The perks of
working for a pub, eh, see?
- Yeah.
- You can nick the booze.
- Exactly.
- Pretty much, yeah.
So how did you get on today?
- [Laura] Oh Mark, I'm
gonna leave you to it, okay?
- I'll find you in a bit.
- Yeah, save me some.
- She's six feet under,
which means she's one step
closer to where she belongs.
So yeah, it was good.
- Look Sean,
I would've come but you wanted to do it
all on your own and I just,
look, I'm there to support
you if you need it, all right?
- Yeah, I know it, I know.
I didn't need any support
today, but thank you.
I hated the woman and now it's done, okay?
- Yeah, okay, but surely there
must have been something.
I mean, it was your mum, Sean.
- She was me mum on a technicality.
She gave birth to me, that was it.
You know what it was like.
- No, that's the point.
I don't know what it was like, do I, Sean?
Because you never used
to open up about things.
Look, like me and my dad, right?
Yeah, we had our issues as well.
We used to kick off and-
- You had issues and he used to?
Did he stab you with knives
and torture you afterwards, mate?
It's a very different thing.
- Yes, I know, and that's exactly why
you should have opened up to us, to me.
I'm your friend.
- Will you please just let me
deal with this in my own way, please?
You know I hate coming to
these things, I hate it.
But I'm here to see you, I'm here.
- All right, I know, I know.
And yeah, it's a start.
But we haven't seen you in 15 years, mate.
- It's not been easy, getting sober
and I've been working all the time.
- Oh, you choose your own hours, Sean.
Now come on, look, that
chapter of your life is over.
It's time to move on, eh?
- Smashing brew.
It's really nice, by the way.
- Yeah, I know it is.
- I'm just going next door.
- All right.
- [Sean] Excuse me.
- [Decoration] Do you wanna play?
Come closer, I've got a secret.
(party guests chattering)
(spooky music)
(muffled spooky music)
(muffled spooky music continues)
(muffled spooky music continues)
(door clacks loudly)
- Fucking hell.
What are you doing?
- Toilet?
- Toilet's nextdoor.
- Now I've started drinking, I can't stop.
- Yeah, it's really lovely.
- I'm genuinely enjoying it.
- Yeah, it's nice.
- It's a bit weird.
- There you are.
- My goodness.
- How are you doing?
Look at you, you look great.
- Let me go and grab us both a drink.
- Cheers.
- Hi, Mum.
- Happy Halloween.
You must be pleased with this turnout.
- Yeah, yeah, even Sean's here.
- Oh.
- You remember Sean, don't you, Mum?
- Yes, of course.
- Hey.
- Hi, Sean.
- Where's your ice?
- You remember mum, don't you, Sean?
- Oh yeah, how you doing, you okay?
- I was sorry to hear about
your mother, by the way.
I used to pop in and visit her.
Bless her.
Anyway, I'll see you later.
- I'll see you later, Mum, all right?
Hey, how you doing?
- Good to see you.
(party guests chattering)
(tepid music)
- What is he doing here?
- Eh?
- What is that guy doing here?
- Who?
- The guy by the door.
- You're gonna have to be
a bit more specific, Sean.
- There was somebody there,
mate, I recognized him.
He's one of me mum's friends,
what's he doing here?
- Yeah, it's a small town, Sean.
There's always someone who knows someone.
- I made a mistake coming
here tonight, mate.
I'm not ready for this.
- No, you haven't.
- No, I'm gonna go.
- No, come on mate.
- I'm just gonna go.
- Just stay just for a bit, eh?
Take your mind off things.
- Things?
I am literally surrounded by the things
that I'm trying to take me mind off,
the booze and now I'm seeing things.
- Okay, right, the alcohol, yeah.
But did I or did I not
make you a very nice
and refreshing and beautiful-looking
alcohol-free punch?
- I appreciate the punch, mate,
but it is not the same thing.
You don't quit smoking
and then start smoking pencils, do you?
It's very different,
mate, it doesn't work.
- All right, okay, I see your point.
All right, it was a stupid idea.
- Listen, I appreciate
it, mate, I really do.
I'm just having a shit day.
Don't wanna ruin your
party, so I'm just gonna go.
You just carry on having
a good time, all right?
- Don't, stop.
All right,
why don't we go paintballing again?
It's been what?
Ages since we last went.
- Years, yeah.
I'd love it.
- Yeah?
- I'd love it, mate.
Delta Strike Force back in action.
- Delta Strike Force, yes,
going to shed some serious paint.
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- We'll do it.
(Mark laughs)
We'll do it.
- Come here.
- Thanks for inviting me, I appreciate it.
I'm sorry to shoot off early,
I'm just not in the mood.
- Look, hey Sean, come here.
Look, you came, right?
It's a start.
Just mind how you go, all right?
- [Sean] Excuse me.
- [Mark] Oh, and Sean, have a day off.
(party guests chattering)
(wind howling)
(sharp pop)
(wind howling)
(card clacks)
(Sean sighs)
(clock ticking)
(card clacks)
(Sean sighs)
(Sean gasps)
- Please.
(sharp pop)
(Sean pants)
(clock ticking)
(clock ticking continues)
(low, ominous music)
(clock ticking)
(laptop clacks)
(birds chirping)
(alarm beeps)
(actors on laptop chattering)
(paper rustling)
(low, anxious music)
(clock ticking)
(laptop clacks)
(keys jingling)
- Well, actually I am really
glad that I've come today
and perhaps with the group or
forum, whatever it's called,
I can get some help to get me a bit better
self-esteem and a bit
more life for meself.
I can't really say too
much more at this moment.
I'm just glad to be here
and be able to at least know
there's people here for me
and perhaps in the future, I'll
be able to talk a bit more.
- We're happy that you're here, Mark,
and that you're comfortable
to be in the group.
- [Mark] Thank you.
(group claps)
- [Diane] Gerrard,
why don't you tell us how
you've been getting on?
- Hi, everyone.
Well, as much as I'd
like to say to everyone
that it's getting easier
with every day that goes by,
it really isn't.
The craving's always there.
It rarely goes away.
And that's wherever you are, you know?
You could be doing anything,
at the supermarket,
family get-togethers
or even just (sigh) sitting at
home by yourself watching TV.
It's like there's a
huge hole
in my life
I'm struggling to fill.
Coming here, I realize
that those cravings are still with me but
I'm just beginning,
just beginning to find things that
could potentially fill that hole,
even something as simple as
getting a good sleeping pattern.
A solution I took for granted, that.
So yeah, chilly days, but-
- Thank you, Gerrard.
(group claps)
While you're clearly going
through a tough time,
the fact that you're able to
sit here and talk about it
can only spur on others
and of course, yourself.
The rewards you'll get from sobriety
will far outweigh any you
would ever get from alcohol.
Sean, how have you been getting on?
- My mum died last week and
the funeral was yesterday.
So,
if anything, her being
dead has made sobriety
easier to deal with, if
that makes any sense.
- The passing of a loved one can certainly
make you consider your own mortality,
the urge to become healthier
so as not to put your own loved ones
through the same pain that you're feeling.
Perhaps you can take
some comfort from that.
- No, that's not what I mean.
Knowing that she's dead,
alone and underground in her coffin,
in the cold, in the darkness,
never to breathe again,
slowly decomposing,
waiting for the maggots to eat her flesh,
That's what gives me comfort, Diane.
- I'm sorry, Sean, but I'm
finding all this a bit offensive.
- I can't remember asking
you your opinion, Gerrard.
I'm telling you a personal
story here and what,
you find it offensive?
- Well yeah, I did actually.
- Well, keep your mouth shut then.
- Look, I'm sorry to hear about your mum
but I think I'm speaking on
behalf of everyone here when-
- Nobody's asked you to
speak on their behalf.
I don't see anybody else speaking.
I'm telling you, why should I care about
offending you when I'm
telling a personal story?
I should be able to speak openly, no?
Diane, am I wrong?
I thought this was an open
forum where we're all honest
with each other and we
help out fellow addicts.
But I tell an honest, heartfelt story
and Gerrard gets offended.
You started drinking
because you were bored.
I, shut up for a second.
I started drinking
because I was ritualistically
abused by my own mum.
Knives in the back cutting me every day,
passing me around to her
friends like I'm a fucking toy.
You can't imagine what I've seen, pal.
So don't you start getting
offended by my words, right?
Because they're just words.
You just sit there and think
yourself lucky that
that's all you're hearing.
I'm sorry, Diane.
- It's okay, Sean.
The release of stress can help
make you feel more grounded.
- This is not the right forum for that.
I'm sorry, Diane.
I'm sorry, Gerrard,
that's bang out of order.
- That's okay.
- [Diane] Dan, how have
you been getting on?
- [Dan] Yeah, I've been getting on okay.
(low, anxious music)
(clock ticking)
(keyboard clicking)
(low, anxious music)
(low, anxious music continues)
(cupboard creaks)
(clock ticking)
(eerie chanting)
(cupboard clacks)
(eerie chanting)
(taxi whooshes)
(passenger speaks in foreign language)
(low rock music)
(Sean sighs)
(no audio)
(lighter sparks)
(crickets chirping)
(crickets chirping continues)
(low, ominous music)
(distant moan)
(low, ominous music)
(door creaks)
(object thuds)
(crickets chirping)
(low, anxious music)
(door creaks)
(clock ticking)
(bag rustles)
- Hello?
Hi, this is Sean Martin from,
yeah, the nursery, yeah.
I'm good, thanks, how are you?
Yeah, if I could just order
some food to be delivered, please?
Oh yeah, sorry, I'm here.
Can I have some chicken noodles,
a portion of chips with mayonnaise
and a can of Coke
please, thank you kindly.
Yeah.
What the fuck?
(clock ticking)
(low, ominous music)
(corpse sighs)
(clock ticking)
(keyboard clicking)
(Sean scoffs)
(faint wailing)
(faint wailing continues)
(faint wailing continues)
(faint groaning)
(clock ticking)
(corpse wails)
(corpse gasps)
(corpse screams)
(Sean yelps)
(Sean pants)
(Sean sighs)
(clock ticking)
(Sean sighs)
(clock ticking continues)
(mug clacks)
(low, anxious music)
(laptop chimes)
(keyboard clicking)
(laptop beeps)
(clock ticking)
Fuck.
(eerie chanting)
(clock ticking)
(Sean sighs)
(Sean groans)
(glass clacks)
(clock ticking)
(low, anxious music)
(keyboard clicking)
(clock ticking)
(birds chirping)
- Get me the finished copies by tomorrow.
That would be great.
- Yes, Mr. Pollard.
- Ooh, can I help you, sir?
- Sean Martin, you
buried my mum last week.
- Of course, is everything okay?
- Can I ask you a question?
- Oh, please go ahead.
- My mum,
in the grave,
will she have decomposed yet?
- I don't think you should
be thinking those kind of-
- Look, please, just answer the question.
I'm sorry, I know this
is really awkward for you
but it's important to me that I know.
Will she have decomposed enough
that she would be down to
a skeleton with maggots?
- Absolutely not.
I mean, we're talking
many years for that stage.
- Right.
- [Mr. Pollard] Are you okay, Mr. Martin?
- I'm sorry.
Thank you.
(clock ticking)
- Right, what's going on, Sean?
- I don't know.
- Well, we kinda need to know
'cause I'm meeting Laura in a bit.
- I mean I don't know
what's happening, mate.
I think I might be losing my head.
I need your help.
I need you check something for me.
- Look mate, if you
think I'm checking that,
then you can think again.
- I'm serious.
- I know, I'm just saying.
- I'm serious.
I need you to check something for me.
But you've gotta promise that you're not
gonna tell anybody else about
this including Laura, yeah?
- Yeah, all right, of course not, no.
What is it?
- I've had a camera fitted
inside of mum's coffin.
- You've had a what?
You had a camera fitted
inside your mum's coffin?
- Yes.
- What kind of camera?
- Just a webcam, a little webcam
with nightvision so
that you can see in the-
- Just a little webcam with
nightvision so you can see in?
Why?
- So that I can remind
myself that she's still dead.
(Mark scoffs)
- Shit, Sean.
- You could tell anybody about this.
- Well, obviously not.
I mean, is that even legal?
And what do you want me to do about it?
All right, do you know what?
I'm dreading the answer.
- This sounds fucking crazy.
(clock chimes)
I logged onto the website last night
to have a look at the camera-
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What do you mean website, what website?
Look Sean, what is going on?
- It's a company, they fit webcams
inside of the coffins of a loved one so
they can look onto a website-
- Why the hell would a company
fit webcams in coffins?
- It doesn't matter.
- Well, it does a bit.
- No, this doesn't matter.
That's not the point.
The point is I've got a
camera inside mum's coffin
and I logged in last night to have
a look at it and she was rotted.
- Right, well-
- And I mean rotted
down to skeleton, maggots.
- Mate,
that isn't even possible, is it?
- I know it's not possible,
which is why I think I'm going crazy
and I've asked you to
come here and help me.
I know what I saw.
(clock ticking)
- You want me to check
the webcam, don't you?
- I need you to.
(Mark sighs)
- Right, well come on then.
Let's get it over with. (sighs)
(keyboard clicking)
- Just press Enter.
(clock ticking)
(clock ticking continues)
- What is this website, Sean?
- Just press Enter, Mark.
(button clicks)
- Oh, bloody hell, Sean.
- What, what are you seeing?
- Well she's not rotted, mate.
It's a bit more pale and drawn
out but it's still your mum.
What did you say this
company was called again?
- It doesn't matter what
the company's called.
- Well, it does if
they're swapping cameras
in coffins and getting
loved ones mixed up.
- No, it was definitely her.
- I'm trying to help you out.
- Definitely her.
So I'm seeing things
then, I am going crazy?
- Well, what are you drinking?
- Why do you always
ask me if I'm drinking?
I wasn't drinking as it happens and even
if I was, mate, I'm
telling you what I saw.
Believe me.
- Well, I think you should
stop looking at shit like that
because that is gonna do
you no favors at all, is it?
- It's done, and that was my decision.
The camera's fitted, that's it.
I'm just telling you what I saw.
- Yeah, I know.
- That's why you're here.
- Yeah, I know you are,
I know you are and do you know what, Sean?
Strangely enough, part of
me believes you, right?
But maybe there was a
glitch in the camera.
But the main point is, surely,
is that you know now that
your mum is not in that state.
- I'm going crazy then.
- Sean, you asked me to
come and check something.
I've checked it.
But you need to stop
looking at like shit that
because it's not gonna help.
When was the last time you ate?
- I'm fine.
- Well, you know what
I'm gonna say, don't you?
- Yes, I know what you're gonna say.
It's what you always say.
I told you, mate, I'm fine.
- All right, all right, okay.
Well, I'm off.
So before I go, is there
anything else weird
that you'd like me to do for you?
Why not give Murdock a prostate exam, hmm?
- Just I'd like to know
what's wrong with me.
- I'll see you later.
(taxi whooshes)
- I'm really struggling now, you know?
'Cause the warehouse is full of 'em.
They're getting all the extra hours.
They're getting the overtime and then
they're basically wondering
why I'm off for depression.
I can't, there's not much more I can take.
(radio chatters)
You know?
And without sounding horrible to them,
they work hard, they do but when
it comes to people like
me, I'm struggling.
I'm hitting rock bottom.
You know what I mean, you understand?
Like it's so tough to keep
quiet and bite your lip.
(clock ticking)
(low rock music on laptop)
(low, anxious music)
(Sean sniffs)
(clock ticks)
(low rock music on laptop)
(glass shatters)
(somber anxious music)
(stress balls clacking)
(steady drum beating)
(somber anxious music)
(somber anxious music continues)
(eerie chanting)
(eerie chanting continues)
(ominous drumbeat)
Third eye moon
While I go
La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la
Treetops shine
As I go
La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la
Brighter moon
(sharp exhale)
(wind howls)
(owl hoots)
(baby coos)
(cultist bleats)
(Sean gasps)
(Sean sighs)
(crickets chirping)
(low, tense tones)
(low, tense tones continue)
(light switch clicks)
(classical piano music)
(classical piano music continues)
(group members chattering)
(classical piano music)
(classical piano music continues)
(classical piano music continues)
(classical piano music ends)
(box clacks)
(papers rustling)
(crickets chirping)
(lid rustles)
(photos clattering)
(box thuds)
(ominous music)
(soft ominous music continues)
(soft ominous music continues)
(soft ominous music continues)
(soft ominous music continues)
(door handle squeaks)
(clock ticks)
(door handle squeaks)
- Yeah, that's the one, big one.
(Mark laughs)
That looks brilliant. (laughs)
Bloody hell, Sean, what
are you doing here?
- I need to ask you something.
- [Mark] All right, well, can it wait?
I'm just a bit busy.
- Just a quick question.
- Yeah, all right, well,
I'll tell you what.
You wanna take a seat and I'll come
and have a chat when
it's a bit quieter, yeah?
- I don't wanna sit down, Mark.
I don't even wanna be inside a pub.
- Listen mate, just keep your
voice down in here, right?
Do you want a drink?
I'll get you a drink on the house, yeah?
- When was the last time
you were in my house?
- What?
- Mum's house.
When was the last time you were there?
- Yesterday, Sean, do you remember?
- Before then.
- I don't know, a week ago I suppose,
just before you came to stay.
- Have you been in any other time since?
- No.
What's this about, Sean?
- Are you sure?
Been in with a camera?
- Camera?
What are you talking about?
- Taking photographs
of me when I'm asleep.
Is this ringing any bells, Mark?
- Listen, this needs to stop, right?
This is my job.
- Just please tell me it was you.
- I've not been in your house, Sean.
- You're the only one
who's got a key, mate.
- Believe me when I
tell you it was not me.
You need to leave.
I'll talk to you later.
- Sorry, mate.
Just forget I asked.
(wind howling)
(crickets chirping)
(low, anxious tones)
(grisly crunching)
(tense wails)
(raspy gasping)
(Sean screams)
(dramatic music)
(bones cracking)
Huh?
No.
(Sean gasps)
(Sean sputters)
(dramatic music)
(Sean coughs)
(low, anxious tones)
(blood splashes)
(low, anxious tones)
(Sean yelps)
(anxious music)
(light buzzes)
(neck cracks)
(Sean chokes)
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
(Sean gurgles)
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
(Sean chokes)
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(bones cracking)
(anxious music)
(anxious music fades out)
(low, anxious tones)
(low, anxious tones continue)
(loq, anxious tones end)
(clock ticks)
(actors on TV chattering)
- You ready to talk to me yet?
- [TV Actor] Nah, it's just
me on my own on this one.
- I'm not gonna let it beat me.
- What?
Who?
You're talking about your mum, right?
Sean, why were you covered in blood?
What's going on?
What's happened?
You need to talk to me, Sean.
Did you hurt yourself?
Have you hurt someone else?
- I was attacked in the bathroom.
- By who?
- There was nobody there.
- What do you mean there
was nobody there, Sean?
- I mean there was nobody there.
There was nobody in the room.
But I was dragged across
the ceiling by something.
And don't ask me again
'cause I don't know.
A fucking ghost or something.
- Well, I've had enough,
I'm getting a drink.
- What's the matter,
what's the matter with her?
(Sean scoffs)
- I think you know what
I'm gonna say, Sean.
- This had fuck all to do
with it, mate, trust me.
- Where did the blood come from, Sean?
- The taps.
- The taps?
- Yeah, the fucking taps.
The taps came on, no water
came out but blood did.
Blood.
You don't fucking believe me.
(TV actors chattering)
(clock ticking)
- Do you want to show me?
Sean?
Do you wanna show me?
(door clacks)
You okay, mate?
Bathroom, yeah?
- Yeah.
- Are you coming?
(floorboard creaks)
(floorboard creaks)
Shit, Sean, what the fuck have you done?
Fuck, is that Murdock?
(Sean gasps)
(Sean coughs)
(clock ticking)
I think you need help, Sean.
Honestly.
Because you dragged me out here again
'cause you tell me you've been
attacked by a fucking ghost
and obviously I don't believe ya
but I come anyway because
that's what friends do
and I come over to find
out it's not a ghost
you've been fighting,
it's your fucking cat
and he's upstairs ripped
to fucking pieces.
- I knew you didn't believe me.
I've told you how many
times what's happening here.
It's my mum and her friend,
something's going on here.
- Yeah, something is going
on, you are drinking again.
- Oh, here we go with the drinking.
It's got nothing to do with it!
- It's got everything to do with it
'cause you're not in control
when you drink, Sean!
- You know what, mate?
Thank you for coming, thank
you for bringing me back.
Now please just leave me alone.
- Fucking bastard.
You come to my work, to my pub
and taking pictures of me-
- Will you please get out!
- I knew you'd be the worst-
- Get out!
- You've been the worst-
- I said get out!
(thunder booms)
(clock ticking)
Sorry, mate.
Mark, I'm sorry.
Mate, that's not me.
Mark.
(ominous piano music)
(rain pattering)
(engine rumbles)
(shovel clacks)
(thunder booms)
(rain pattering)
(ominous piano music)
(thunder booms)
(water splashing)
(ominous piano music)
(ominous piano music continues)
(taxi whooshes)
- All the charging cables,
everything like that and
then you do the clothes.
- Oh yeah, and on top of the clothes,
I then have to organize the
place in the first place.
(taxi whooshes)
- Enough of this, it is not fair.
Okay?
So you'd best be there tomorrow.
I'm not putting it on my family again
and your family don't do
anything anyway, do they?
No, I didn't think so.
When was the last time they saw him, huh?
Gimme one sec.
Have you been drinking?
All right.
Stop the car, I wanna get out.
I'm getting out the car.
Stop the car.
I'm gonna report you, you prick.
(engine rumbles)
(door clacks)
(engine rumbles)
- 255 Ashwood Street, please.
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music ends)
(turn signal clicks)
(door clacks)
(dog barks)
(turn signal clicks)
(fist thuds)
(animal chirps)
(dog barks)
(door clacks)
(man sighs)
(hammer thuds)
(man grunts)
(Sean gasps)
(Sean pants)
(Sean pants)
- Thank you, Sean.
We had some fun, didn't we?
You're ready now.
(hammer thudding)
My young love said to me
My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kind
As she laid her hand on me
And this she did say
It will not be long, love
'Til our wedding day
She stepped away from me
And she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her
Move here and move there
And she made her way homeward
With one star awake
As a swan in the evening
Moves over the lake
Last night, she came to me
My dead love came in
So softly she came
That her feet made no din
As she laid her hand on me
And this she did say
It will not be long now
'Til our wedding day
(thunder booms)
(sharp pop)
(clock ticking)
(low, tense music)
(Sean gasps)
(table clacks)
(thunder booms)
(clock ticking)
(sharp tense tone)
(low, ominous music)
(spidery rattles)
(cultist bleats)
(eerie gasping)
(raspy gasping)
(sharp pop)
(maggots chittering)
(maniacal cackles)
(low, eerie music)
(cultists bleating)
(intestines squelching)
(chair whooshing)
(low, steady wailing)
(sharp pop)
(chanting in Satanic language)
(cultist bleats)
- [Sean] Where are you?
(clock chimes)
(light buzzes)
(thunder booms)
(Sean gasps)
(clock ticking)
(light buzzes)
(swooshing tones)
(rocking chair rattling)
- [Mum] Wanna get out?
You little false light.
(Sean screams)
(eerie gasping)
(footsteps clacking)
(thunder rumbles)
- Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are?
(thunder booms)
(clock ticking)
(Sean whimpers)
(Sean cackles)
(baby crying)
(clock ticking)
(Sean whimpers)
(clock ticking)
(Sean gasps)
(Sean wails)
(phone rings)
(clock ticking)
(Sean laughs)
(Mum gasps)
(Mum groans)
(Mum wails)
(Sean laughs)
Please.
I wanna go out and play.
I wanna go out and play! (screams)
(clock ticking)
(thunder booms)
(clock ticking)
(knife slices)
(knife clatters)
(thunder booms)
(Sean gasps)
(clock ticking)
(Sean gurgles)
(clock ticking)
(tense squeal)
(sharp pop)
(Sean screams)
(Sean pants)
(eerie chanting)
(thunder booms)
(clock ticking)
(thunder booms)
(low, whistling tones)
(eerie chanting)
(ominous drumbeat)
(Sean groans)
(Sean pants)
(ominous drumbeat)
(Sean grunts)
(beast roars)
(raspy gasps)
(thunder booms)
(keyboard clicking)
(tense rising tones)
(Sean gasps)
(clock ticking)
(thunder booms)
(Mum gasps)
(Sean screams)
(ominous ensemble music)
(ominous ensemble music continues)
(Sean gasps)
(ominous ensemble music)
(ominous ensemble music continues)
(ominous ensemble music continues)
(ominous ensemble music continues)
(ominous ensemble music continues)
(ominous ensemble music continues)
(soft chiming music)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music ends)
(bell tolls)
(dramatic organ music)
(dramatic organ music continues)
(dramatic organ music continues)
In the gloaming
By the brook
Down by the willow tree
Stood cruel Henry
By the river
That is where
He murdered me
(dramatic organ music)
(dramatic organ music)
In the darkness
In my silence
Down by the willow tree
I call cruel Henry
By the river
I whispered here you murdered me
(dramatic organ music)
(dramatic ensemble music)
Stood cruel Henry
By the river
Down by the willow tree
Soon he'll join me
In forever
All because he murdered me
(dramatic organ music)
(dramatic ensemble music)
In the morning by the river
Down by the willow tree
There cruel Henry laid hands on me
Underneath the willow tree
(dramatic ensemble music)
(dramatic ensemble music continues)
(dramatic ensemble music continues)
(dramatic ensemble music continues)
(mysterious music)
(fire crackling)
(mysterious music continues)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
(bell tolls)
(wind howling)
(door creaks)
(birds chirping)
(anxious music)
(Sean sighs)
(clock chimes)
(clock ticks)
(anxious music)
(birds chirping)
(anxious music)
(deep piano tone)
(clock ticking)
(anxious music)
(anxious music continues)
(clock ticking)
(birds chirping)
- Ah.
Mr. Martin.
I trust you had a good journey.
First of all, I'd like to say how
very sorry I am for your loss.
Nothing can ever prepare you
for the loss of a loved one,
especially a parent.
I, on behalf of Pollard & Sons,
would like to extend
our deepest condolences
at this difficult time for
both yourself and your family.
Well as you can say, she's at
the front of our main hall.
We will leave you in peace with her
but if you need anything
or you have any questions,
we'll be in the room to
the right of the hall.
I'll leave you with her.
(somber piano music)
(somber piano music continues)
(somber piano music continues)
(Sean spits)
(door clacks)
(wind howling)
(lighter sparks)
(ominous piano music)
(sharp pop)
(ominous piano music)
- Sean!
- [Sean] Hey.
Mate.
- How you doing?
- How you doing, eh?
(Mark laughs)
- So how did it go?
- Good, I suppose.
- How does she look?
- How does she look?
Like me mum, only dead.
- How long are you
staying at your mum's for?
Do I get to see a bit more
of you now at the posh end of the city?
- Until the sale goes through,
mate, then I'm out of there.
- All right, well, I've put as much stuff
as I can into boxes in the spare room
and there's not much
left to be honest, mate.
- Really appreciate that,
mate, cheers, thank you.
- Want your keys back?
- Hang onto 'em, mate,
until the sale goes through,
if that's all right.
- Yeah, no worries.
I would say let's go to
the pub for a beer, but-
- But now you've already said it, to me.
What are you doing?
- Force of habit, mate.
- Come on.
- But look, you are coming
to the party tomorrow though, yeah?
I am even gonna make you
a non-alcoholic punch.
How does that sound?
- Oh.
That sounds irresistible, mate, yeah.
- Look, tomorrow is gonna be
tough for you, Sean, right?
And you need to be
around your friends, so.
- I'm all right, mate,
don't worry about it.
I'm back at work, I'm all right.
- Are you sure you're
ready to be back to work?
(distant dog barks)
- Taxi driving, it's not hard.
- Yeah, I suppose.
But come on, look, you will be there
because all it's about is
doing the things that you love,
just without booze, which is dead easy.
- Oh, that's easy, is it?
I wish I'd thought of that.
Jesus, Mark.
- All right.
In principle, it's easy.
- Yeah, in principle.
- You heading home?
- Yes, mate.
I'm gonna walk alone though
for a little bit, mate.
Just clear me head if
that's all right with you.
- Look mate, don't flatter yourself.
I'm going to meet Laura anyway.
But if you need anything,
just let me know and I
will see you tomorrow.
- Yeah, all right.
- All right, mate.
- Bye.
- I'll see ya in a bit.
(people chattering)
- Mr. Martin?
- Yes.
- Pete Ackerman, we spoke on the phone.
- Mr. Ackerman, nice to meet you.
- Can I offer you a drink at all?
- No, thank you.
- Okay.
First of all, can I express
my deepest condolences-
- No need, Mr. Ackerman.
If we can just get straight down
to business, I'd appreciate that.
- Right, sorry, I didn't
mean to offend you.
- You haven't offended me.
I'd prefer it if we got down
to business, if that's okay with you.
- Okay, certainly.
Sorry, my apologies.
Okay, here we have a variety
of high-spec webcams all
with built-in nightvision.
They're small enough for discretion
but the quality is of a high standard.
- And which one would you recommend?
- So I would recommend the DC-9
because that has all the
capabilities of the DC-11
but without the additional-
- Mr. Ackerman,
you do understand that I
just want to put a camera
inside the coffin so that
I can see she's dead.
That is what you do, isn't it?
- Well, we at Watch Me Sleep
offer the opportunity for loved ones
to gain comfort from such a service.
It's common that loved ones long for one
final look at their
loved ones after death.
- How do I access the camera?
- Well, as you know,
the camera will be fixed on
the underside of the lid.
To access, you will be
given a special code.
Once you have your code, you
will log in on the website.
Once you have this code,
you can never change it.
So please keep hold of it.
With this, you'll be able
to log in to the cameras
for approximately five
minutes on every one occasion.
Here,
we have a list of packages
and subscription options
and we would recommend
the four-week option.
- It only goes to four
weeks, why only four weeks?
- Well, Mr. Martin,
most people find four weeks is more
than substantial for the
viewing of their loved ones.
- Okay, and what if I
wanted it for longer?
- I have to be frank here, Mr. Martin.
The undertakers make the body
very presentable for their loved ones
but you have to understand,
this is superficial.
Lots of makeup and toning
is applied to make the
person look presentable.
After a short amount of
time, that won't be the case.
- I want it for longer.
- How long are we talking?
- 12 months at least.
- That's just not possible
and even if it were,
I would strongly
recommend that you didn't.
- What do you mean it's not possible?
You just told me about
all these fancy cameras
and you're telling me
they won't last 12 months?
- No, it's not that.
- So why is it not possible?
- It's that it's just not-
- [Sean] I will pay whatever it costs.
- Look, it goes against
our policy, Mr. Martin.
- "Our policy," what's
all this "our" business?
You're not a corporation, Mr. Ackerman.
I know it's only you, are
we gonna do this or not?
- All right, look,
you're a straight-talker.
Allow me to be straight with you.
She will not look like
your mother in 12 months.
- How much will this cost?
I want the best package possible
and here is a few extra
quid for your trouble.
If you don't take this,
I'll walk out of here and
find somebody who will.
- Mr. Martin, please.
You have to understand that such a service
is considered indecent
in the eyes of most.
Discretion is paramount here
and while I don't understand your reasons
for wanting this, I'm
sure they're founded.
Now while I can't agree to this on paper,
I am willing to turn a blind eye.
However, should anyone
ever find out about this,
I would deny any involvement
and I'd put it down to hackers.
Do you understand?
- Yeah, 12 months.
- Okay.
Four weeks
on record
and a further 11 months off record.
I will fix the camera myself later today.
Keep hold of that code
because after today,
it can never be changed
and it goes without saying
you should never share
your code with anyone else.
If you wish to contact me,
please only do so on this number.
Do not try and contact
me by any other means.
Are we clear?
- Yes.
- [Show Actor 1] It should
be a good night in Cardiff.
It's always been a bit of a giggle.
- [Show Host] Oh, here we go.
Number four?
- [Show Actor 2] I am
setting up at midnight.
We're gonna try and set
off about 11 o'clock,
high percent and now it's 2:30.
So I should be with them about 7:00
and we'll do another
bloody go, how's that?
(mug shatters)
(clock ticking)
(actors on laptop chattering)
- [Show Actor 2] Oh shit,
it really does have seems.
So I've definitely witnessed some active.
(Murdock purrs)
(low, anxious music)
(birds chirping)
(alarm beeps)
(birds chirping)
(Murdock purrs)
(relaxed music)
(relaxed music continues)
(relaxed music continues)
(wind howls)
(relaxed music continues)
(relaxed music continues)
(keys clink)
(birds chirping)
(clock ticking)
(Murdock purrs)
(clock ticking)
(clock ticking continues)
(cupboard creaks)
(clock ticking)
- Yeah, I don't see why not.
- That was good.
I wonder if she's good?
(woman gasps)
- Is she?
You're such a hound.
(Joe laughs)
Joe.
I don't know why I put up with you.
- Because you love me. (chuckles)
(taxi whooshes)
- Are you all right, mate?
- Sorry?
- I said are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm just a bit-
- Just a bit what?
- I'm just a bit,
I don't know.
- You don't know?
Should you even be driving?
(radio chatters)
- I told you I was fine.
- Yeah, well just focus on the road, yeah?
(crickets chirping)
(clock ticking)
(clock ticking continues)
(laptop beeps)
(festive Halloween music)
(Halloween decorations screeching)
- [Decoration] Do you wanna play?
(party guests chattering)
(festive Halloween music)
- [Ghoul Decoration] Brains!
- [Skeleton Decoration]
Well, well, well, a visitor.
(jack-o-lantern cackles)
(Halloween-themed organ music)
- Do you wanna play?
- Hi, hey.
- What's up?
- How you doing, gang?
Look babe, creepy tunnel.
- Yeah.
- That's it.
Pumpkins on this wall.
- Oh, look at those pretty ghouls.
- That one is not for you, mate.
This is your special brew.
- Special brew?
I'm honored.
- Come here.
- Hello, mate.
How you doing?
Hey, Laura.
- Hey you.
- Nice outfit.
- Thank you.
- So, been here long?
- A few minutes.
- Yeah, you seen anyone you know?
- Oh yeah, loads.
I'm a social butterfly.
I know
you
and I know you.
I think you need more alcohol.
- I think you need to not be jealous.
- I know, but-
- [Mark] The perks of
working for a pub, eh, see?
- Yeah.
- You can nick the booze.
- Exactly.
- Pretty much, yeah.
So how did you get on today?
- [Laura] Oh Mark, I'm
gonna leave you to it, okay?
- I'll find you in a bit.
- Yeah, save me some.
- She's six feet under,
which means she's one step
closer to where she belongs.
So yeah, it was good.
- Look Sean,
I would've come but you wanted to do it
all on your own and I just,
look, I'm there to support
you if you need it, all right?
- Yeah, I know it, I know.
I didn't need any support
today, but thank you.
I hated the woman and now it's done, okay?
- Yeah, okay, but surely there
must have been something.
I mean, it was your mum, Sean.
- She was me mum on a technicality.
She gave birth to me, that was it.
You know what it was like.
- No, that's the point.
I don't know what it was like, do I, Sean?
Because you never used
to open up about things.
Look, like me and my dad, right?
Yeah, we had our issues as well.
We used to kick off and-
- You had issues and he used to?
Did he stab you with knives
and torture you afterwards, mate?
It's a very different thing.
- Yes, I know, and that's exactly why
you should have opened up to us, to me.
I'm your friend.
- Will you please just let me
deal with this in my own way, please?
You know I hate coming to
these things, I hate it.
But I'm here to see you, I'm here.
- All right, I know, I know.
And yeah, it's a start.
But we haven't seen you in 15 years, mate.
- It's not been easy, getting sober
and I've been working all the time.
- Oh, you choose your own hours, Sean.
Now come on, look, that
chapter of your life is over.
It's time to move on, eh?
- Smashing brew.
It's really nice, by the way.
- Yeah, I know it is.
- I'm just going next door.
- All right.
- [Sean] Excuse me.
- [Decoration] Do you wanna play?
Come closer, I've got a secret.
(party guests chattering)
(spooky music)
(muffled spooky music)
(muffled spooky music continues)
(muffled spooky music continues)
(door clacks loudly)
- Fucking hell.
What are you doing?
- Toilet?
- Toilet's nextdoor.
- Now I've started drinking, I can't stop.
- Yeah, it's really lovely.
- I'm genuinely enjoying it.
- Yeah, it's nice.
- It's a bit weird.
- There you are.
- My goodness.
- How are you doing?
Look at you, you look great.
- Let me go and grab us both a drink.
- Cheers.
- Hi, Mum.
- Happy Halloween.
You must be pleased with this turnout.
- Yeah, yeah, even Sean's here.
- Oh.
- You remember Sean, don't you, Mum?
- Yes, of course.
- Hey.
- Hi, Sean.
- Where's your ice?
- You remember mum, don't you, Sean?
- Oh yeah, how you doing, you okay?
- I was sorry to hear about
your mother, by the way.
I used to pop in and visit her.
Bless her.
Anyway, I'll see you later.
- I'll see you later, Mum, all right?
Hey, how you doing?
- Good to see you.
(party guests chattering)
(tepid music)
- What is he doing here?
- Eh?
- What is that guy doing here?
- Who?
- The guy by the door.
- You're gonna have to be
a bit more specific, Sean.
- There was somebody there,
mate, I recognized him.
He's one of me mum's friends,
what's he doing here?
- Yeah, it's a small town, Sean.
There's always someone who knows someone.
- I made a mistake coming
here tonight, mate.
I'm not ready for this.
- No, you haven't.
- No, I'm gonna go.
- No, come on mate.
- I'm just gonna go.
- Just stay just for a bit, eh?
Take your mind off things.
- Things?
I am literally surrounded by the things
that I'm trying to take me mind off,
the booze and now I'm seeing things.
- Okay, right, the alcohol, yeah.
But did I or did I not
make you a very nice
and refreshing and beautiful-looking
alcohol-free punch?
- I appreciate the punch, mate,
but it is not the same thing.
You don't quit smoking
and then start smoking pencils, do you?
It's very different,
mate, it doesn't work.
- All right, okay, I see your point.
All right, it was a stupid idea.
- Listen, I appreciate
it, mate, I really do.
I'm just having a shit day.
Don't wanna ruin your
party, so I'm just gonna go.
You just carry on having
a good time, all right?
- Don't, stop.
All right,
why don't we go paintballing again?
It's been what?
Ages since we last went.
- Years, yeah.
I'd love it.
- Yeah?
- I'd love it, mate.
Delta Strike Force back in action.
- Delta Strike Force, yes,
going to shed some serious paint.
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- We'll do it.
(Mark laughs)
We'll do it.
- Come here.
- Thanks for inviting me, I appreciate it.
I'm sorry to shoot off early,
I'm just not in the mood.
- Look, hey Sean, come here.
Look, you came, right?
It's a start.
Just mind how you go, all right?
- [Sean] Excuse me.
- [Mark] Oh, and Sean, have a day off.
(party guests chattering)
(wind howling)
(sharp pop)
(wind howling)
(card clacks)
(Sean sighs)
(clock ticking)
(card clacks)
(Sean sighs)
(Sean gasps)
- Please.
(sharp pop)
(Sean pants)
(clock ticking)
(clock ticking continues)
(low, ominous music)
(clock ticking)
(laptop clacks)
(birds chirping)
(alarm beeps)
(actors on laptop chattering)
(paper rustling)
(low, anxious music)
(clock ticking)
(laptop clacks)
(keys jingling)
- Well, actually I am really
glad that I've come today
and perhaps with the group or
forum, whatever it's called,
I can get some help to get me a bit better
self-esteem and a bit
more life for meself.
I can't really say too
much more at this moment.
I'm just glad to be here
and be able to at least know
there's people here for me
and perhaps in the future, I'll
be able to talk a bit more.
- We're happy that you're here, Mark,
and that you're comfortable
to be in the group.
- [Mark] Thank you.
(group claps)
- [Diane] Gerrard,
why don't you tell us how
you've been getting on?
- Hi, everyone.
Well, as much as I'd
like to say to everyone
that it's getting easier
with every day that goes by,
it really isn't.
The craving's always there.
It rarely goes away.
And that's wherever you are, you know?
You could be doing anything,
at the supermarket,
family get-togethers
or even just (sigh) sitting at
home by yourself watching TV.
It's like there's a
huge hole
in my life
I'm struggling to fill.
Coming here, I realize
that those cravings are still with me but
I'm just beginning,
just beginning to find things that
could potentially fill that hole,
even something as simple as
getting a good sleeping pattern.
A solution I took for granted, that.
So yeah, chilly days, but-
- Thank you, Gerrard.
(group claps)
While you're clearly going
through a tough time,
the fact that you're able to
sit here and talk about it
can only spur on others
and of course, yourself.
The rewards you'll get from sobriety
will far outweigh any you
would ever get from alcohol.
Sean, how have you been getting on?
- My mum died last week and
the funeral was yesterday.
So,
if anything, her being
dead has made sobriety
easier to deal with, if
that makes any sense.
- The passing of a loved one can certainly
make you consider your own mortality,
the urge to become healthier
so as not to put your own loved ones
through the same pain that you're feeling.
Perhaps you can take
some comfort from that.
- No, that's not what I mean.
Knowing that she's dead,
alone and underground in her coffin,
in the cold, in the darkness,
never to breathe again,
slowly decomposing,
waiting for the maggots to eat her flesh,
That's what gives me comfort, Diane.
- I'm sorry, Sean, but I'm
finding all this a bit offensive.
- I can't remember asking
you your opinion, Gerrard.
I'm telling you a personal
story here and what,
you find it offensive?
- Well yeah, I did actually.
- Well, keep your mouth shut then.
- Look, I'm sorry to hear about your mum
but I think I'm speaking on
behalf of everyone here when-
- Nobody's asked you to
speak on their behalf.
I don't see anybody else speaking.
I'm telling you, why should I care about
offending you when I'm
telling a personal story?
I should be able to speak openly, no?
Diane, am I wrong?
I thought this was an open
forum where we're all honest
with each other and we
help out fellow addicts.
But I tell an honest, heartfelt story
and Gerrard gets offended.
You started drinking
because you were bored.
I, shut up for a second.
I started drinking
because I was ritualistically
abused by my own mum.
Knives in the back cutting me every day,
passing me around to her
friends like I'm a fucking toy.
You can't imagine what I've seen, pal.
So don't you start getting
offended by my words, right?
Because they're just words.
You just sit there and think
yourself lucky that
that's all you're hearing.
I'm sorry, Diane.
- It's okay, Sean.
The release of stress can help
make you feel more grounded.
- This is not the right forum for that.
I'm sorry, Diane.
I'm sorry, Gerrard,
that's bang out of order.
- That's okay.
- [Diane] Dan, how have
you been getting on?
- [Dan] Yeah, I've been getting on okay.
(low, anxious music)
(clock ticking)
(keyboard clicking)
(low, anxious music)
(low, anxious music continues)
(cupboard creaks)
(clock ticking)
(eerie chanting)
(cupboard clacks)
(eerie chanting)
(taxi whooshes)
(passenger speaks in foreign language)
(low rock music)
(Sean sighs)
(no audio)
(lighter sparks)
(crickets chirping)
(crickets chirping continues)
(low, ominous music)
(distant moan)
(low, ominous music)
(door creaks)
(object thuds)
(crickets chirping)
(low, anxious music)
(door creaks)
(clock ticking)
(bag rustles)
- Hello?
Hi, this is Sean Martin from,
yeah, the nursery, yeah.
I'm good, thanks, how are you?
Yeah, if I could just order
some food to be delivered, please?
Oh yeah, sorry, I'm here.
Can I have some chicken noodles,
a portion of chips with mayonnaise
and a can of Coke
please, thank you kindly.
Yeah.
What the fuck?
(clock ticking)
(low, ominous music)
(corpse sighs)
(clock ticking)
(keyboard clicking)
(Sean scoffs)
(faint wailing)
(faint wailing continues)
(faint wailing continues)
(faint groaning)
(clock ticking)
(corpse wails)
(corpse gasps)
(corpse screams)
(Sean yelps)
(Sean pants)
(Sean sighs)
(clock ticking)
(Sean sighs)
(clock ticking continues)
(mug clacks)
(low, anxious music)
(laptop chimes)
(keyboard clicking)
(laptop beeps)
(clock ticking)
Fuck.
(eerie chanting)
(clock ticking)
(Sean sighs)
(Sean groans)
(glass clacks)
(clock ticking)
(low, anxious music)
(keyboard clicking)
(clock ticking)
(birds chirping)
- Get me the finished copies by tomorrow.
That would be great.
- Yes, Mr. Pollard.
- Ooh, can I help you, sir?
- Sean Martin, you
buried my mum last week.
- Of course, is everything okay?
- Can I ask you a question?
- Oh, please go ahead.
- My mum,
in the grave,
will she have decomposed yet?
- I don't think you should
be thinking those kind of-
- Look, please, just answer the question.
I'm sorry, I know this
is really awkward for you
but it's important to me that I know.
Will she have decomposed enough
that she would be down to
a skeleton with maggots?
- Absolutely not.
I mean, we're talking
many years for that stage.
- Right.
- [Mr. Pollard] Are you okay, Mr. Martin?
- I'm sorry.
Thank you.
(clock ticking)
- Right, what's going on, Sean?
- I don't know.
- Well, we kinda need to know
'cause I'm meeting Laura in a bit.
- I mean I don't know
what's happening, mate.
I think I might be losing my head.
I need your help.
I need you check something for me.
- Look mate, if you
think I'm checking that,
then you can think again.
- I'm serious.
- I know, I'm just saying.
- I'm serious.
I need you to check something for me.
But you've gotta promise that you're not
gonna tell anybody else about
this including Laura, yeah?
- Yeah, all right, of course not, no.
What is it?
- I've had a camera fitted
inside of mum's coffin.
- You've had a what?
You had a camera fitted
inside your mum's coffin?
- Yes.
- What kind of camera?
- Just a webcam, a little webcam
with nightvision so
that you can see in the-
- Just a little webcam with
nightvision so you can see in?
Why?
- So that I can remind
myself that she's still dead.
(Mark scoffs)
- Shit, Sean.
- You could tell anybody about this.
- Well, obviously not.
I mean, is that even legal?
And what do you want me to do about it?
All right, do you know what?
I'm dreading the answer.
- This sounds fucking crazy.
(clock chimes)
I logged onto the website last night
to have a look at the camera-
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What do you mean website, what website?
Look Sean, what is going on?
- It's a company, they fit webcams
inside of the coffins of a loved one so
they can look onto a website-
- Why the hell would a company
fit webcams in coffins?
- It doesn't matter.
- Well, it does a bit.
- No, this doesn't matter.
That's not the point.
The point is I've got a
camera inside mum's coffin
and I logged in last night to have
a look at it and she was rotted.
- Right, well-
- And I mean rotted
down to skeleton, maggots.
- Mate,
that isn't even possible, is it?
- I know it's not possible,
which is why I think I'm going crazy
and I've asked you to
come here and help me.
I know what I saw.
(clock ticking)
- You want me to check
the webcam, don't you?
- I need you to.
(Mark sighs)
- Right, well come on then.
Let's get it over with. (sighs)
(keyboard clicking)
- Just press Enter.
(clock ticking)
(clock ticking continues)
- What is this website, Sean?
- Just press Enter, Mark.
(button clicks)
- Oh, bloody hell, Sean.
- What, what are you seeing?
- Well she's not rotted, mate.
It's a bit more pale and drawn
out but it's still your mum.
What did you say this
company was called again?
- It doesn't matter what
the company's called.
- Well, it does if
they're swapping cameras
in coffins and getting
loved ones mixed up.
- No, it was definitely her.
- I'm trying to help you out.
- Definitely her.
So I'm seeing things
then, I am going crazy?
- Well, what are you drinking?
- Why do you always
ask me if I'm drinking?
I wasn't drinking as it happens and even
if I was, mate, I'm
telling you what I saw.
Believe me.
- Well, I think you should
stop looking at shit like that
because that is gonna do
you no favors at all, is it?
- It's done, and that was my decision.
The camera's fitted, that's it.
I'm just telling you what I saw.
- Yeah, I know.
- That's why you're here.
- Yeah, I know you are,
I know you are and do you know what, Sean?
Strangely enough, part of
me believes you, right?
But maybe there was a
glitch in the camera.
But the main point is, surely,
is that you know now that
your mum is not in that state.
- I'm going crazy then.
- Sean, you asked me to
come and check something.
I've checked it.
But you need to stop
looking at like shit that
because it's not gonna help.
When was the last time you ate?
- I'm fine.
- Well, you know what
I'm gonna say, don't you?
- Yes, I know what you're gonna say.
It's what you always say.
I told you, mate, I'm fine.
- All right, all right, okay.
Well, I'm off.
So before I go, is there
anything else weird
that you'd like me to do for you?
Why not give Murdock a prostate exam, hmm?
- Just I'd like to know
what's wrong with me.
- I'll see you later.
(taxi whooshes)
- I'm really struggling now, you know?
'Cause the warehouse is full of 'em.
They're getting all the extra hours.
They're getting the overtime and then
they're basically wondering
why I'm off for depression.
I can't, there's not much more I can take.
(radio chatters)
You know?
And without sounding horrible to them,
they work hard, they do but when
it comes to people like
me, I'm struggling.
I'm hitting rock bottom.
You know what I mean, you understand?
Like it's so tough to keep
quiet and bite your lip.
(clock ticking)
(low rock music on laptop)
(low, anxious music)
(Sean sniffs)
(clock ticks)
(low rock music on laptop)
(glass shatters)
(somber anxious music)
(stress balls clacking)
(steady drum beating)
(somber anxious music)
(somber anxious music continues)
(eerie chanting)
(eerie chanting continues)
(ominous drumbeat)
Third eye moon
While I go
La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la
Treetops shine
As I go
La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la
Brighter moon
(sharp exhale)
(wind howls)
(owl hoots)
(baby coos)
(cultist bleats)
(Sean gasps)
(Sean sighs)
(crickets chirping)
(low, tense tones)
(low, tense tones continue)
(light switch clicks)
(classical piano music)
(classical piano music continues)
(group members chattering)
(classical piano music)
(classical piano music continues)
(classical piano music continues)
(classical piano music ends)
(box clacks)
(papers rustling)
(crickets chirping)
(lid rustles)
(photos clattering)
(box thuds)
(ominous music)
(soft ominous music continues)
(soft ominous music continues)
(soft ominous music continues)
(soft ominous music continues)
(door handle squeaks)
(clock ticks)
(door handle squeaks)
- Yeah, that's the one, big one.
(Mark laughs)
That looks brilliant. (laughs)
Bloody hell, Sean, what
are you doing here?
- I need to ask you something.
- [Mark] All right, well, can it wait?
I'm just a bit busy.
- Just a quick question.
- Yeah, all right, well,
I'll tell you what.
You wanna take a seat and I'll come
and have a chat when
it's a bit quieter, yeah?
- I don't wanna sit down, Mark.
I don't even wanna be inside a pub.
- Listen mate, just keep your
voice down in here, right?
Do you want a drink?
I'll get you a drink on the house, yeah?
- When was the last time
you were in my house?
- What?
- Mum's house.
When was the last time you were there?
- Yesterday, Sean, do you remember?
- Before then.
- I don't know, a week ago I suppose,
just before you came to stay.
- Have you been in any other time since?
- No.
What's this about, Sean?
- Are you sure?
Been in with a camera?
- Camera?
What are you talking about?
- Taking photographs
of me when I'm asleep.
Is this ringing any bells, Mark?
- Listen, this needs to stop, right?
This is my job.
- Just please tell me it was you.
- I've not been in your house, Sean.
- You're the only one
who's got a key, mate.
- Believe me when I
tell you it was not me.
You need to leave.
I'll talk to you later.
- Sorry, mate.
Just forget I asked.
(wind howling)
(crickets chirping)
(low, anxious tones)
(grisly crunching)
(tense wails)
(raspy gasping)
(Sean screams)
(dramatic music)
(bones cracking)
Huh?
No.
(Sean gasps)
(Sean sputters)
(dramatic music)
(Sean coughs)
(low, anxious tones)
(blood splashes)
(low, anxious tones)
(Sean yelps)
(anxious music)
(light buzzes)
(neck cracks)
(Sean chokes)
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
(Sean gurgles)
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
(Sean chokes)
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(bones cracking)
(anxious music)
(anxious music fades out)
(low, anxious tones)
(low, anxious tones continue)
(loq, anxious tones end)
(clock ticks)
(actors on TV chattering)
- You ready to talk to me yet?
- [TV Actor] Nah, it's just
me on my own on this one.
- I'm not gonna let it beat me.
- What?
Who?
You're talking about your mum, right?
Sean, why were you covered in blood?
What's going on?
What's happened?
You need to talk to me, Sean.
Did you hurt yourself?
Have you hurt someone else?
- I was attacked in the bathroom.
- By who?
- There was nobody there.
- What do you mean there
was nobody there, Sean?
- I mean there was nobody there.
There was nobody in the room.
But I was dragged across
the ceiling by something.
And don't ask me again
'cause I don't know.
A fucking ghost or something.
- Well, I've had enough,
I'm getting a drink.
- What's the matter,
what's the matter with her?
(Sean scoffs)
- I think you know what
I'm gonna say, Sean.
- This had fuck all to do
with it, mate, trust me.
- Where did the blood come from, Sean?
- The taps.
- The taps?
- Yeah, the fucking taps.
The taps came on, no water
came out but blood did.
Blood.
You don't fucking believe me.
(TV actors chattering)
(clock ticking)
- Do you want to show me?
Sean?
Do you wanna show me?
(door clacks)
You okay, mate?
Bathroom, yeah?
- Yeah.
- Are you coming?
(floorboard creaks)
(floorboard creaks)
Shit, Sean, what the fuck have you done?
Fuck, is that Murdock?
(Sean gasps)
(Sean coughs)
(clock ticking)
I think you need help, Sean.
Honestly.
Because you dragged me out here again
'cause you tell me you've been
attacked by a fucking ghost
and obviously I don't believe ya
but I come anyway because
that's what friends do
and I come over to find
out it's not a ghost
you've been fighting,
it's your fucking cat
and he's upstairs ripped
to fucking pieces.
- I knew you didn't believe me.
I've told you how many
times what's happening here.
It's my mum and her friend,
something's going on here.
- Yeah, something is going
on, you are drinking again.
- Oh, here we go with the drinking.
It's got nothing to do with it!
- It's got everything to do with it
'cause you're not in control
when you drink, Sean!
- You know what, mate?
Thank you for coming, thank
you for bringing me back.
Now please just leave me alone.
- Fucking bastard.
You come to my work, to my pub
and taking pictures of me-
- Will you please get out!
- I knew you'd be the worst-
- Get out!
- You've been the worst-
- I said get out!
(thunder booms)
(clock ticking)
Sorry, mate.
Mark, I'm sorry.
Mate, that's not me.
Mark.
(ominous piano music)
(rain pattering)
(engine rumbles)
(shovel clacks)
(thunder booms)
(rain pattering)
(ominous piano music)
(thunder booms)
(water splashing)
(ominous piano music)
(ominous piano music continues)
(taxi whooshes)
- All the charging cables,
everything like that and
then you do the clothes.
- Oh yeah, and on top of the clothes,
I then have to organize the
place in the first place.
(taxi whooshes)
- Enough of this, it is not fair.
Okay?
So you'd best be there tomorrow.
I'm not putting it on my family again
and your family don't do
anything anyway, do they?
No, I didn't think so.
When was the last time they saw him, huh?
Gimme one sec.
Have you been drinking?
All right.
Stop the car, I wanna get out.
I'm getting out the car.
Stop the car.
I'm gonna report you, you prick.
(engine rumbles)
(door clacks)
(engine rumbles)
- 255 Ashwood Street, please.
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
(tense music ends)
(turn signal clicks)
(door clacks)
(dog barks)
(turn signal clicks)
(fist thuds)
(animal chirps)
(dog barks)
(door clacks)
(man sighs)
(hammer thuds)
(man grunts)
(Sean gasps)
(Sean pants)
(Sean pants)
- Thank you, Sean.
We had some fun, didn't we?
You're ready now.
(hammer thudding)
My young love said to me
My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kind
As she laid her hand on me
And this she did say
It will not be long, love
'Til our wedding day
She stepped away from me
And she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her
Move here and move there
And she made her way homeward
With one star awake
As a swan in the evening
Moves over the lake
Last night, she came to me
My dead love came in
So softly she came
That her feet made no din
As she laid her hand on me
And this she did say
It will not be long now
'Til our wedding day
(thunder booms)
(sharp pop)
(clock ticking)
(low, tense music)
(Sean gasps)
(table clacks)
(thunder booms)
(clock ticking)
(sharp tense tone)
(low, ominous music)
(spidery rattles)
(cultist bleats)
(eerie gasping)
(raspy gasping)
(sharp pop)
(maggots chittering)
(maniacal cackles)
(low, eerie music)
(cultists bleating)
(intestines squelching)
(chair whooshing)
(low, steady wailing)
(sharp pop)
(chanting in Satanic language)
(cultist bleats)
- [Sean] Where are you?
(clock chimes)
(light buzzes)
(thunder booms)
(Sean gasps)
(clock ticking)
(light buzzes)
(swooshing tones)
(rocking chair rattling)
- [Mum] Wanna get out?
You little false light.
(Sean screams)
(eerie gasping)
(footsteps clacking)
(thunder rumbles)
- Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are?
(thunder booms)
(clock ticking)
(Sean whimpers)
(Sean cackles)
(baby crying)
(clock ticking)
(Sean whimpers)
(clock ticking)
(Sean gasps)
(Sean wails)
(phone rings)
(clock ticking)
(Sean laughs)
(Mum gasps)
(Mum groans)
(Mum wails)
(Sean laughs)
Please.
I wanna go out and play.
I wanna go out and play! (screams)
(clock ticking)
(thunder booms)
(clock ticking)
(knife slices)
(knife clatters)
(thunder booms)
(Sean gasps)
(clock ticking)
(Sean gurgles)
(clock ticking)
(tense squeal)
(sharp pop)
(Sean screams)
(Sean pants)
(eerie chanting)
(thunder booms)
(clock ticking)
(thunder booms)
(low, whistling tones)
(eerie chanting)
(ominous drumbeat)
(Sean groans)
(Sean pants)
(ominous drumbeat)
(Sean grunts)
(beast roars)
(raspy gasps)
(thunder booms)
(keyboard clicking)
(tense rising tones)
(Sean gasps)
(clock ticking)
(thunder booms)
(Mum gasps)
(Sean screams)
(ominous ensemble music)
(ominous ensemble music continues)
(Sean gasps)
(ominous ensemble music)
(ominous ensemble music continues)
(ominous ensemble music continues)
(ominous ensemble music continues)
(ominous ensemble music continues)
(ominous ensemble music continues)
(soft chiming music)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music ends)
(bell tolls)
(dramatic organ music)
(dramatic organ music continues)
(dramatic organ music continues)
In the gloaming
By the brook
Down by the willow tree
Stood cruel Henry
By the river
That is where
He murdered me
(dramatic organ music)
(dramatic organ music)
In the darkness
In my silence
Down by the willow tree
I call cruel Henry
By the river
I whispered here you murdered me
(dramatic organ music)
(dramatic ensemble music)
Stood cruel Henry
By the river
Down by the willow tree
Soon he'll join me
In forever
All because he murdered me
(dramatic organ music)
(dramatic ensemble music)
In the morning by the river
Down by the willow tree
There cruel Henry laid hands on me
Underneath the willow tree
(dramatic ensemble music)
(dramatic ensemble music continues)
(dramatic ensemble music continues)
(dramatic ensemble music continues)