Bad Girl Boogey (2022) - full transcript
Halloween blood is shed by the wearer of parasitic mask cursed with black magic and bigotry. After Angel's friend is killed by a person wearing the mask, Angel must fight, fear, and find the killer before he slaughters everyone.
(thunder rumbling)
(ominous music)
- Lovely.
- Yeah, it still smells
like old man in here.
- Smells like stale piss and
cabbages.
- Fucking shut the fuck up,
yeah?
Can someone draw a pentagram,
just here?
Fucking now.
- Well what colour do you want?
- Fucking white.
- Okay, well thank you.
(ominous music)
- That's a star of David.
- What?
- The Jewish star.
- Whatever.
- Here.
(ominous music continues)
- Kelly, Kelly.
- Mm-hm?
- Here, salt. Can you pour
it in a circle, please?
- [Kelly] And what the
fuck's the salt for?
- Just fucking do it, yeah?
- It's supposed to
protect us from the demon.
- How?
- I don't know.
Maybe demons and snails are
related.
- Right, and you actually
believe that this will work?
- Fuck no.
- Well.
(ominous music)
Well, I've got a question,
those of you that are in
attendance.
That Old Man, Boc?
- [Blair] Boche.
- That one. Was he in here
doing like, black missiles-
- Black masses.
- And like sacrificing babies
and shit?
(Blair scoffs)
- I think the only
thing he was sacrificing
in here was his liver.
- Right.
Well, I've ran out of salt,
Ash, so what do you wanna do?
- Hm?
- I've ran out of salt.
- Fucking spread it.
Spread the fucking salt.
- Come on, it'd be too thin if I
did that.
- Then go fucking find salt
in the fucking other room!
- I'll go.
- Thank you.
- Good.
- I wanna have a sticky beak,
anyway.
(ominous music)
Creepy.
- Blair!
For fuck's sakes, Blair.
Is there salt or not?
(Ash mumbling)
- [Kelly] Aye, it's fine.
What the fuck are you wearing?
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Okay.
(ominous music continues)
- All right, I gotta take a
piss.
(ominous music continues)
Where's the fucking
mouse? For fuck's sakes.
Oh, fuck, fuck!
- What? What is it, what is it?
- The fucking mouse is gone!
Fuck's sake.
Fuck.
It was fucking you, wasn't it?
You fucking did this.
I'll fucking smash your fucking
face in,
do you under-fucking-stand?
You never fucking believed
and you're a pussy fucking cunt-
- Hey, hey, hey.
- You let the fucking mouse out.
No!
Fuck this shit, okay?
What the fuck are you even
wearing?
You look like a fucking fairy.
(flesh squelching)
(Ash thuds)
- What the fuck did you just do?
(dramatic music)
(flesh slicing)
(Kelly choking)
(blood spurting)
(eerie music)
(weapon thuds)
(Blair sobbing)
- Get it off.
(dramatic music)
(Blair sobbing)
(insects buzzing)
- Fuck, you're creepy.
(ominous music)
- [Dr. Sherri] How are we doing,
Oskar?
Oskar?
- We have a purely shrink
to psycho relationship, doc.
In fact, I think it's
quite unprofessional of you
to suggest otherwise.
I'll have to alert the
authorities.
Can't imagine what your
husband would think.
- Give it a miss, Oskar.
This is exactly the kind of
behaviour
that keeps you coming
here week after week.
- I'm here because they punched
a Greek bastard's teeth out.
- You really think that's it?
- Uh-huh.
These brain shrinking sessions
keep me out of lock up.
- Oskar, your family's
wealth and influence
kept you out of lockup.
Plus any idiot with a body
full of teenage hormones
and a cultural predilection
for puerile xenophobia
can punch his schoolmate.
But you're not any idiot.
In fact, according to your
records,
you're an exceptionally
intelligent young man.
Up until the last year and a
half,
you were getting top grades.
You showed great potential.
Look, when we're not here
to deal with your violent
episodes,
but whatever it is that makes
you feel the need to do them,
when you're clearly not the meat
head
you're playing right now...
- You don't know me as well as
you think.
- Maybe.
- I know something about you.
(ominous music)
Something I bet your
colleagues don't know.
Something I know your
husband doesn't know.
- That's enough for today.
- I saw you on Friday night.
Holding hands with some chick.
Going into that dyke
bar, what's it called?
The Kaboom Bar.
- You're clearly not in the
right mind
for this session today, okay,
so can you please leave?
- Dr. Sherri-
- See you next week, Oskar.
- I don't know why that-
- Listen to me.
My personal life is none of your
concern
and has nothing to do
with my treatment of you.
- I'm sorry, I-
- And if you ever threaten me
again,
I can and will have you locked
up.
Now please leave.
Leave.
(Dr. Sherri sighs)
(tense music)
(lighter clicking)
(ominous music)
- Oh, ah, ah!
(ominous music continues)
(flesh shucking)
(dramatic music)
(people chattering)
- [Receptionist] One of those
days, huh?
- Can you tell?
- You've got the panda eyes.
(Dr. Sherri chuckles)
- Is that it?
- Yep. That was the last one.
Go on. Get outta here.
Get yourself a drink.
- I think I just need a really
long sleep.
- Suit yourself, doc.
- Oh, good luck with the game
later.
- Thanks.
- See ya.
(birds chirping)
(ominous music)
(Dr. Sherri gasps)
Oskar?
(Dr. Sherri gasps)
(glass shattering)
(dramatic music)
(flesh squelching)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(seagulls squawking)
(ominous music)
(waves crashing)
(Oskar yells)
(waves crashing)
(ominous music)
(Oskar yells)
(waves crashing)
(rock music)
♪ You hold me, like you're gonna
drop me ♪
♪ Knowing you'll never do it
softly ♪
♪ Slipping through your
fingers with the grease ♪
♪ Then you told me I taste
like a lolly, so sweet ♪
♪ But only when you want me ♪
♪ Changing like a channel on TV
♪
♪ I saw the newspaper
on their front lawn ♪
♪ Those early birds, and thought
♪
♪ They haven't brought it inside
yet ♪
♪ And I'm remembering the
things I can't forget ♪
♪ I've been figuring out ♪
♪ How to figure things out ♪
♪ But you know that
your eyes shut tightly ♪
♪ So you don't have to see what
I see ♪
(mid tempo rhythmic music)
(school bell ringing)
- Fuck me, Angel.
You want us in detention next
week, too?
- So what's the plan?
- Garry's picking Lila up.
- Ew.
- Fuck you.
- [Dario] Ew.
- And fuck you.
- Hey, what about me?
- You love me too much.
I'd only break your heart.
- Yeah, whatever. (Chuckles)
Ashley's coming and then
we're gonna go get pizza.
- Ooh.
- [Dario] Oh, that sounds
fucking capital.
- I mean-
- Yes.
- [Lila] Clive is so weird.
- So are you.
- Yeah but like real weird.
- And what, so you're
just like a poser then?
- What?
- I feel like, they're not that
weird.
They're like, they're just
dealing with
the same we're dealing with
in their own way, you know?
- I kind of like Clive.
They drew this demon thing
in art class the other day,
like a scene from "Dante's
Inferno."
It was really good.
- They were in detention today
for telling the chaplain
to go fuck themselves.
(all laughing)
It was pretty cool.
♪ Make me believe ♪
♪ It's only you ♪
- Hey.
Detention, huh? It takes me
back.
- I bet.
- You guys want a ride?
- Yeah, no, actually
we're so fine. Thanks.
Lila, come with us 'cause
he's stoned as fuck.
- He drives better when he's
stoned.
- Oh fucking hell.
- Come on, seriously. Come with
us.
- Didn't your parents ever tell
you
not to get into vans
with creepy old dudes?
- Youse are so cute.
All looking out for me and shit.
Are you bitches coming to
The Kaboom tomorrow night?
- Yep.
- I gotta work.
- Maybe.
I'm not really sure.
- Your job sucks and yeah you
fucking are.
Don't worry, I'll call you
to lay on some peer pressure
later.
(rock music)
♪ All I need ♪
♪ You're all I need ♪
- Fucking hate that guy.
- He's such a cunt.
♪ You're all I need ♪
- Hey.
♪ You're all I need ♪
- It's warm.
- It's caffeine.
(van starts up)
(hit thuds)
(Chase spits)
- [Angel] Seriously?
- [Sam] Angel, don't.
Don't.
- Later, faggots.
Hey, Clive.
(lighter clicks)
What you doin', buddy?
(notebook thuds)
(ominous music)
- [Sam] Angel. Angel, don't.
(bottle thuds)
- You wanna fucking go?
- [Mr. Kelly] Hey, hey,
hey, what's going on here?
Hey, hey, what's going on?
- No, Mr, Kelly, nothing.
Nothing, Mr. Kelly. Nothing.
- Doesn't look like nothing to
me.
- Fuck you.
(ominous music)
- [Ashley] Hey. What'd I miss?
(indie rock music)
- [Aunt Carly] Angel, phone.
- Who is it?
- It's for you.
- Who is it?
(rock music)
♪ Splintered eyes to paralyse ♪
♪ In the moonlight, we have
insight ♪
- Jesus Christ, Lila.
This car's gonna kill you one
day.
- Yeah, well if I'm going
down, you're coming with me.
- Fuck off. I've got way
too much to live for.
(car honks)
- Asshole!
Fucking...
You optimists make me wanna
puke.
- Mm, speaking of puking,
you're not driving me home
tonight.
- Oh? Don't be such a princess.
Christ, I was gonna get the
light bus back
if I got too fucked up anyway.
- Oh were you?
- And leave Meg Mucklebones in
town.
Happy?
You know, if you're lucky,
someone might steal her.
- [Lila] Don't make me tap the
sign again.
- [Angel] Mm.
(Angel chuckles)
(rock music)
- So how's it going?
- Um, I'm tired.
- You know what I mean.
Your auntie didn't freak out,
did she?
- Nah, she took it well,
It's not like it came that
much of a shock to her.
Old hippie. It's just a bit
awkward now.
- Well, that's okay, isn't it?
Awkward's better than bad.
- Yeah, well the rest of
my family not so good.
- [Lila] What happened?
- Nothing happened.
They just, you know, after
everything, when my mum died,
everything they found out about
her,
just never forgave that.
It's like some fuckin'
psycho her kills her
and they were more freaked
out that she's queer.
- People are fucking stupid.
- Yeah. I mean, hello.
She was killed, probably
by someone just like them.
They're more worried about
their little reputation
in their little church.
Anyway, my auntie says it's
probably best
if I just don't go to family
gatherings for a little while.
- [Lila] Do you ever go
to family gatherings?
- Fuck no. (Lila chuckles)
- [Lila] Wish I could have met
your mum.
- [Angel] Mm, me too.
- Sorry.
It's just like she was living
her truth
in a time where things were
really bad,
even if she had to hide it.
You know, it takes guts.
Your dumb fuck family just
sees her in you, yeah?
And they're scared.
That's good. Let them piss
their pants on the pews.
Fuck, I missed the turn.
- [Man] Oi, Morticia.
Show us your tits!
- Should I?
- Oh my god, not for free.
- I got lollies.
- Sugar daddy give them to ya?
- Shut the fuck up.
(Angel and Lila chattering
indistinctly)
You know, I love that
you hate him so much.
Means it's meant to be.
- Sure.
Uh, hey.
Um, do me a favour tonight,
yeah?
If you use maybe just like
not in front of Dario.
They've been clean for like a
month now
and if they get picked up high
again,
they're definitely getting
locked up.
- Yeah, yeah. Sure.
Okay.
- Thanks.
(upbeat electronic rock music)
♪ 30-something Horror High ♪
♪ Neolithic decomposition ♪
♪ Judging others you don't even
know ♪
♪ Failures preaching opposition
♪
♪ Give up, give in, give away ♪
♪ Slit your wrists ♪
(electronic rock music)
(person sniffing)
(electronic rock music)
(people chattering)
- Chill out, Lila. You're gonna
wig out.
- Shut up.
- Do you know what they are?
- [Lila] No.
(Lila laughs)
(electronic rock music)
♪ Give up, give in, give away ♪
♪ Kill yourself ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
(electronic rock music
continues)
♪ Oh ♪
(electronic rock music
continues)
♪ Give up, give in, give away ♪
♪ Slit your wrists ♪
♪ Give up, give in, give away ♪
♪ Kill yourself ♪
- I'm so fuckin' hungry.
I'm gonna go get a falafel or
something.
- [Angel] Wait, wait, wait,
we'll all go.
Hey, are you gonna come and get
a falafel?
- Yeah, I've got the hungries,
yeah.
- Oh, fuck's sake, Lila.
(people chattering)
(electronic rock music)
(ominous music)
- Bad trip.
Bad fucking trip.
(Lila gasps)
(Lila coughing)
(Angel grunts)
(ominous music)
♪ In the silence hear me speak ♪
♪ Your mouth is but a cut to me
♪
♪ As I sit upon my holy hands ♪
♪ Show me all your rage ♪
♪ Show me all your hate ♪
♪ Call him every name ♪
♪ In this golden age ♪
♪ Cry until you ache ♪
♪ Yell until he wakes ♪
♪ Assign him every name ♪
♪ In this golden age ♪
♪ I've been crying at the sky so
long ♪
♪ It's an act of God ♪
♪ I've been crying at the sky so
long ♪
♪ It's an act ♪
♪ Sky so, sky ♪
(rhythmic electronic music)
(singer vocalising)
♪ Hold you and absolve your sin
♪
♪ Mama let me crawl back in ♪
♪ Hail Mary, hail me ♪
- [Angel] Did you see the news?
They arrested Darren.
- Yeah, I saw.
They asked you about the pills,
I guess.
- Yeah.
I had to tell them.
- Yeah, me too.
They thought I'd given them to
her.
You think it was him?
- Maybe.
I don't know.
Like maybe, but...
I, I don't know.
It's just that guy that we
saw in the alleyway near,
near Lila, he looked, like, so
different.
Maybe, maybe it was him.
It all happened so fast.
- Yeah.
Maybe.
- I keep having dreams
about it every night since.
We find Lila and then something
happens.
(flesh squelching)
And then I'm so fuckin'
scared that I just wake up.
Dario?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'm here.
Sorry, it's, it's just...
- Just what?
- Nothing.
- [Liz] Dario on TV, quick.
- I'm on the fucking phone.
Sorry, it's my sister.
- No, you're good.
- What the fuck?
- [Liz] It's on TV.
- What?
- [News Reporter] Police
have confirmed that the two
who have found the victim were
treated
for severe trauma before
questioning
and that the other
witness has been confirmed
and has yet to be found by
police.
Police have released this
CCTV image of a masked person
in the immediate area
and are asking anyone
who might have seen anyone in
the area
around Giallo Street
on the 6th of October.
(ominous music)
(Angel panting)
- [Dario] Angel, is your TV on?
Angel?
Angel, are you there?
(Angel exhales)
- I'll be fine. I won't go far.
Mum will be here in a minute
anyway.
(people chattering)
(ominous music)
Hi, Clive.
(ominous music continues)
(car accelerating in the
distance)
No, fuck this.
(muffled yelling)
(dramatic music)
- [Woman] Sam?
Sam?
Sam?
(people chattering)
(melancholy music)
- Help.
- All right, you creepy fuckers.
Having a good time tonight?
Not me, no.
Once again, I'm stuck in a
studio
that smells like farts serving
y'all like a fuckin' butler,
carrying around bad music on a
platter.
Is everything to your liking,
sir?
Would you care for some crack
cocaine
with your mediocre punk song,
madam?
I swear, you people are killing
me.
Speaking of killing, God
damn, did you see the news?
Mass killer on the loose in the
streets
of our shithole town killing
kids,
slaughtering them like lambs.
(Sighs)
Jesus suffering fuck, it's
like a horror movie out there.
That bit of security footage
they showed on the news?
That mask? Man, I've
seen that mask before.
It's gotta be over 10 years ago
now.
Yeah, I'm old, fuck you.
It was Halloween then, too,
and there was a bunch of
killings just like these
right here in this town.
Witness saw the killer gut
some kid right in front of him.
Killer wore the same damn
mask. I swear to God.
Couple kids got ripped up
trying to summon a demon
or some shit, too.
Now, I ain't superstitious or
nothin',
but I do think there are some
things in this ugly old world
you just don't fuck with.
Thing best not woken up, you
dig?
And maybe, just maybe, some damn
fool kid
went and woke up the same
thing that woke up back then.
So take it easy out there, kids.
Stay indoors and listen
to my shit show. (Laughs)
All right, what shit are
we throwing up first here?
Ah, fuck no, anything but that.
Ah, shit.
All right, this track is better
than a kick in the balls, I
guess.
See you on the other side,
assholes.
♪ In the dark and they took me
far away ♪
♪ And you told me you would wait
♪
♪ Somebody's looking in the dark
♪
♪ And they took me far away ♪
♪ And they told me you would
wait ♪
♪ Somebody's looking in the dark
♪
♪ And they took me far away ♪
♪ And they told me you would
wait ♪
♪ Sunlight hit me on the open
road ♪
♪ Sunrise coming up, coming up ♪
♪ Sunlight hold me but you'll
never know ♪
♪ Sunlight, sunlight ♪
♪ Pick me up when we're in the
darkness ♪
♪ When we're under covers ♪
♪ Tell me that you're
scared to be out there ♪
♪ Wake me up, lover
with the blood thirst ♪
♪ Look me in the eyes first ♪
♪ Tell me you're not going
anywhere ♪
(mid tempo tense electronic
music)
♪ I'll show you where it hurts ♪
♪ Show me where you love me ♪
♪ When I'm gone, when I'm gone ♪
♪ Show me where you love me ♪
♪ I'll show you where it hurts ♪
♪ Show me where you love me ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Wake me up when we're in the
darkness ♪
♪ When we're under covers ♪
♪ Tell me that you're
scared to be out there ♪
♪ Wake me up, lover
with the blood thirst ♪
♪ Look me in the eyes first ♪
♪ Tell me you're not going
anywhere ♪
♪ Wake me up when we're in the
darkness ♪
♪ When we're under covers ♪
♪ Tell me that you're
scared to be out there ♪
♪ Wake me up lover with the
blood thirst ♪
♪ Look me in the eyes first ♪
♪ Tell me you're not going
anywhere ♪
(mid tempo tense synth
electronic music)
♪ Somebody snuck in in the dark
♪
♪ And they took me far away ♪
♪ And they told me you would
wait ♪
♪ Mm ♪
♪ Somebody snuck in in the dark
♪
♪ And they took me far away ♪
♪ And they told me you would
wait ♪
- [Radio Host 1] Kids all over
town are grounded for weeks,
parents are losing their minds.
We're talking textbook panic
here.
If you ask me, this is bloody
typical
of how kids today are
bubble wrapped and molly-
- [Radio Host 2] Oh, shut
up, mate. Just shut up.
Kids have been murdered
and you're talking about
participation metals.
Get some-
- Oh, sorry about that.
Look, are you sure that you're
okay going to school still?
- If you leave me locked up
alone all day,
I'm gonna kill myself.
- Yeah, right.
Fair enough.
Will you just let me know if,
if, you know, if it gets too
much for you?
- Youse guys, you gotta listen
to me.
- [Dario] Fuck off.
- Just listen to me, okay?
I know what you guys must think
of me,
but they're still following me.
The police, they think
I'm involved, but I'm not.
You guys gotta know that, I'm
not.
- Oi, excuse me.
Oi!
- I'm sorry.
I wasn't there.
I know you guys don't like
me, but it's still out there.
- This is school property.
If you don't leave, I'm gonna
be forced to call the police.
- I'm leaving town.
I'm not supposed to, but
it's following me, too.
I'm sorry, okay?
I'm so fucking sorry, but I'm
not-
- Look, I said get.
- Fuck off. Who's following you?
- Not who, it.
Look, I know what's happened
and I know you guys have
no reason to trust me.
- Suzan!
- Hop in and I'll show you.
- Suzan, call the police!
- I was in lockup when
the others got killed.
Your mate, Sam? I just got out.
I swear.
The police think I'm
involved, but I'm not.
Please, you gotta trust me. Get
in.
- Hey.
(hit thuds)
(Mr. Kelly grunts)
(door closes)
(van starts up)
Oh, fuck. Thanks, you guys.
I knew you wouldn't bail on me
like-
- We don't trust you, so
don't try and drive us
out into the woods or some shit,
okay?
Understand?
- I understand. I won't
do anything to you-
- Just shut up. Where are we
going?
- My mum's place. It's just
a couple of blocks from here.
I need to show you something.
Ah, Jesus.
You don't have to come
inside. Just stay out here.
(birds chirping)
Wait right here. I'll be, I'll
be back.
Shout out if you see the cops.
(door closes)
- All right, I'm out.
- Can you just wait a minute?
- Are you fucking kidding me?
This is the stupidest
thing I've ever done.
We are like the kids who
go down into a basement
in a fucking horror movie.
- It's unlocked. You
can leave at any time.
- Fine.
(Dario laughs)
I can't believe you gave Mr.
Kelly a shot in the pills.
- Yeah well he's a prick.
Yeah, but they'll probably
expel you for that one.
- Oh my God, what? Poor
little traumatised me?
I'll just plead insanity.
- You know what's weird about
all of this?
- What the fuck's not weird
about all of this, Dario?
- No, seriously, now that we're
in the 10th level of hell,
I've never seen you more,
I don't know, confident.
- Okay, well, I'm not confident.
- Well, I mean, half the
time we couldn't even
get you to leave the house
and now you're punching
teachers in the nuts,
jumping into random ass fucking
vans,
threatening to kill people.
And look, nothin'. Not one
cut since all of this started.
- What about you?
- Me?
Nah. Haven't used.
You have no idea how
much I want to, though.
Falling apart like a wet
fucking cake. (Sighs)
(door opens)
- Here, look.
This is Blair, my big sister.
Well, not really.
She, they were like you,
Angel, and you know, Lila.
Blair was there when all
of this shit started.
You know how folk are
talking about kids doing
these satanic rituals,
summoning up this thing?
Well...
Here. (Ominous music)
- [Dario] Holy fucking shit.
- Yeah.
Blair was one of those kids.
They found the mask in
the old Boche house.
- Wait, the old what house?
- Boche. It's a couple
of blocks from here.
It was owned by this old creepy
guy.
The kids say he was some kind of
satanist.
He did rituals and black masses
and shit.
Anyway, when he died, Blair
and a few of their friends
went there to do a ritual.
One of them was into that shit.
- What happened to them?
- I was really little at the
time.
Two got cut up.
Blair got away.
We didn't talk about it
much, until a few years ago.
She, they had a brain
tumour and in the last days
they were talking a lot of
gibberish.
You know the thing in your
head, it mixes you up.
One day they call me, all messed
up.
They say, "I'm afraid to die
because I'm going to hell."
So I say, "What do you mean?"
They say, "Because I killed
them."
- I don't get it. So,
who has the mask now?
What? Some kind of copycat
killer or?
- Maybe, I don't know.
Or maybe it's just some poor
cunt that's been possessed.
All I know is whatever happened
to Blair is happening again.
- Can you show us this house?
(birds chirping)
- Is this it?
We're like a block away
from the medical centre.
- That's it. The old Boche
house.
No one's bought the police
since the old man died.
No one wants to live in a
Satanist murder house, I guess.
- This is where it all started?
Mm, there's something really
fucking weird
about all of this.
- Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.
- Don't you feel it?
I never saw the mask when we
found Lila.
The guy had his back turned.
We never saw the mask,
but I did before they put it on
the news.
You did, too.
- You, you guys saw it
in a dream, didn't you?
- Yeah.
I did.
- [Angel] Gets inside our heads.
- I don't understand.
- Neither do I.
(police sirens wailing)
- Fuck.
You guys know the way back,
right?
- Yeah, we're fine.
Go.
(van starts up)
(police sirens wailing)
(tense music)
- You are not going anywhere!
Don't walk away from me.
What were you thinking?
What the hell were you doing?
Did you hear me?
You just got into a strange
van and you drove away-
- It was just Garry.
- I don't care if it was
Bloody Santa on his sled.
You had the police out looking
for you.
For all we knew, you could have
been killed like the others.
That's it.
You're not going to school
until they sort this out.
- What were you doing?
- More than you ever fucking
did.
- Watch your language.
- Oh, fuck off.
Language? You wanna know what I
was doing?
I was trying to figure
out who killed my friends.
- What?
- Yeah.
The cops are way too busy
busting kids for smoking weed.
They don't give a fuck
about some queer kids getting
murdered.
They're never gonna catch that
killer.
- That's not true.
- Don't, stop.
Did they catch him last time?
What the fuck did you even
do when my mum was killed?
You didn't do anything. None of
you did.
- I took you in.
There was nothing else
that I could have done.
- There's always something
that can be done.
- Are you even living in the
real world?
- You know what? I
don't even fucking know.
I don't fucking know what's real
anymore.
I feel like I'm living in, like,
some sort of nightmare that
I just can't wake up from
and everyone around me
is keeping secrets from me,
including you.
- I'm not keeping secrets-
- Don't, just don't.
You saw the mask on the TV.
You knew it was the one
from when my mum was killed.
You knew.
You said nothing.
You did nothing.
You should have stopped it
when it was happening on your
watch,
now it's happening again to us.
Well it's our watch now. My
watch.
I'm going to end this
and there is nothing you
or anyone can do to stop me.
(door slams)
(ominous music)
Responsible adult.
(soft synth music)
(insects buzzing)
- I don't know. I just
feel like it's been months.
- It's been weeks, Ashley.
It just feels like months.
- I'm literally gonna go
crazy just being locked up.
Besides, I miss you.
- Me, too.
- You miss you too?
- Shut up.
You're not gonna be in too much
trouble?
- No, it's fine.
What's she gonna do? Ground me?
Besides, mum doesn't get home
from work till like 3:00 AM
so like we've got time
before she comes home.
- No problem.
Bribed your brother again?
- Of course I did.
And I feel kind of bad though,
you know?
I just feel like he
doesn't need more weed.
- He's an adult. It's his
problem.
(Ashley sighs)
- I'm just kind of freaking
out at the moment, you know?
Aren't you scared?
- Nah.
This whole thing is just
being exaggerated by the news.
Kids all over town are
being locked up at home.
Seems kinda iffy to me.
Even if it was one killer,
the lunatic's probably
skipped down by now.
- I don't know.
I mean, you weren't there.
You didn't see Lila.
- Neither did you.
- Yeah, but Angel and Dario did.
- Okay, okay.
Drive you home now if you want.
- No, not now.
(electronic music)
- I'll tell you what, if
anyone tries to hurt you,
I'll beat the shit out of them.
(Ashley chuckles)
- Oh, fuck.
- Oh.
You know, you should probably
clean up
your car once in a while.
- You should eat your
chips, you skinny bastard.
(Ashley chuckles)
- You know what we can do?
We get rid of all the music gear
and we just lay the seats back.
- Yeah.
Never was any good at
all this romance stuff.
(dramatic music)
(flesh squelching)
(blood spurting)
(Finn grunts)
(blood spurting)
(dramatic music)
(Ashley whimpers)
(dramatic music continues)
- [Ashley] No.
No, please don't. (Sobbing)
(flesh squelching)
No.
No!
(flesh squelching)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(indistinct police radio
chatter)
- [Officer] 750, Roger.
(knocking on door)
- What?
- [Aunt Carly] Come on, get
ready.
- Yeah, nah.
I'm actually feeling like
super fragile right now,
so I don't think I can
deal with the group today.
- Well we leave in 20 minutes.
- Fuck's sake.
- Mind your language.
Don't smoke in bed. You'll burn
to death.
Sorry, about the death thing.
Just be careful, okay?
Or better yet, you could always
quit.
- I'll quit when you quit.
Cheers, bitch.
(people chattering)
- Ready for another
emotional torture session?
- Yeah, can't wait.
- [Dario] You hear from Ashley
at all?
- No, why?
- I don't know, maybe nothing.
They said that they were
thinking of going
to see Finn last night.
- Shit, seriously?
- Yeah, well,
haven't seen each other in ages,
but I told 'em not to go.
- [Chase] Fucking gross.
- What did you say, preppy cunt?
- Oh, I'm so sorry. Did I
trigger you?
- Why are you even here?
- You tell me.
Everyone knows the killer
only goes after faggots.
- [Angel] What?
(Chase laughs)
- Yeah, sorry, no, don't hit
chicks.
Gentlemen and all that.
What the fuck are you
looking at, Rain Man?
- [Counselor] Hi, everyone.
- What's he even doing here?
- Chase is here because his
parents
thought it would be a, a look.
I know we're all...
Today's gonna be a
rather different session.
I think it would be really
important for us all-
- Can you just cut the shit,
please?
- Beg your pardon?
- I said what the fuck has
happened?
- Look, there's no need to be
so-
- What's happened?
- Well, it seems that Ashley and
a friend
were found dead early this
morning.
It's too early to tell, but
it looks like it could be...
Excuse me, Angel, I really-
- Shut the fuck up.
Angel.
(melancholy music)
- It's all right, okay,
they're just down there.
Just give 'em a minute.
I'll keep an eye on 'em.
(melancholy music)
- What the fuck is wrong with
me?
I feel so numb.
How am I not breaking down right
now?
- I don't know.
I feel the same.
It's like I've gone through my
whole life
trying to run away from reality,
thinking that I can't take
it, it's too much for me.
Like a fucking idiot, I would
always say,
"Oh, you know, it can't
get any worse than this."
- None of this feels real,
right?
Like it's, (scoffs) way
too weird to be real.
- Just don't tell yourself
it can't feel any stranger.
- I think I'm gonna kill him.
Or it?
I mean, whatever.
(ominous music)
- Them.
- Hm?
- I don't believe all of
this fucking voodoo shit
that Garry has been saying.
Someone's killing everyone.
I think I know who it is.
I can't believe I didn't
fucking realise it until now.
It's literally been there the
entire time-
- Hey now wait, what, what's
been there? What are you?
- The symbol.
The black metal symbol on
the back of Clive's hoodie.
(dramatic music)
- Shit.
- They were there in the alley.
Fuck, maybe they were there
the entire night. I don't know.
- Yeah, but-
- But what?
You know that Clive had
a thing for Lila, right?
- [Angel] Yes.
What about all the others?
- Maybe they're, maybe they're a
psycho.
Do psychos need a reason
to go fucking batshit?
They were there the night
they found Sam, too.
What's that, they just happened
to be there, a coincidence,
like?
Returning to the scene of the
crime?
- That doesn't actually
happen in real life, does it?
- I don't know, maybe they were
trying
to seem like they were innocent.
- It's too weird.
And we don't, like, what can we
even do?
Saying that you are right.
- Maybe we go back in there,
confront them in front of
everyone.
We tell that cop that's been
trying to follow us around.
- What, you think Clive's gonna
do
like some big Scooby-Doo
conversion?
- I don't know, maybe.
They are kind of (whistles).
- No.
We're not sure.
And if we are wrong, that's
like really gonna hurt them.
We should go to that house.
- The Satan house?
- Mm-hm.
- Now?
- Yeah, now.
What's that saying?
If you're walking
through hell, don't stop.
(Angel clicks teeth)
(ominous music)
- Oh.
(Dario grunting)
Fuckin' spiders.
(ominous music continues)
(curtains rustling)
What are you doing?
- Oh, sorry. Did you bring a
torch?
(ominous music continues)
(drawers thudding)
Creepy old box.
Seems promising.
(box thuds)
Nothing.
- No, look, there's something
inside.
- [Angel] What?
- [Dario] The lining's been
replaced.
Classic secret hiding spot.
My old man hogs the TV.
Watches a lot of murder and
mystery shows.
Shits rubs off on you.
See?
(Dario clicks teeth)
- Cool.
- [Dario] Elementary, my dear
Angel.
- My God, shut up.
- It's in fuckin' Swedish or
some shit.
- German.
- [Dario] Huh? How do you know?
(ominous music)
Holy shit.
(Detective speaking in foreign
language)
- Relax, okay?
I'm not here to hurt you.
I'm not... (sighs)
I'm not the killer.
- Yeah, you're just that fucking
cop
that's been following
us to all our sessions.
- That's me.
- Yeah, what are you doing here?
- My job, technically.
You ran away, I followed you.
- You know about this place?
- Yeah.
- And you know German.
- Enough.
- What did you just say?
- "And when you look into
the abyss for a long time,
the abyss also looks into you."
Pretty deep, huh?
I didn't need to follow you here
really.
We all end up here eventually.
- Who's all?
- Those of us who are looking
for answers.
Do you want them or not?
Look kids, your session ends
in about 20 minutes, okay?
I can have you back there
and ready for pickups
and put in a good word for you.
But if you want to know
what's going on here,
at least what I know, then
we have to make it quick.
- Fine.
- I learned German so that
I could understand this.
Elmer Boche.
He was an actor in the Weimar
Republic,
the German system after World
War I,
before the Nazis took over.
It was a free time. Lots of art
and shit.
And he was an actor in the
theatre.
Big dreams, not a lot of talent.
Kind of drippy little shit
that blames everyone
else for their failure.
He was pretty well off.
Good family, no reason
why he couldn't succeed.
Maybe he just sucked at acting,
maybe he was just fuckin' lazy,
you know?
But he got it in his head
that it was all the fault of the
queers.
Big shock, huh?
Queers in show business.
Well, in his wormy little brain,
they were holding him back
deliberately.
He vowed revenge.
It's all in here.
(ominous music)
- What is all of this?
- I don't understand it all.
Occult shit, some kind of
Gnosticism or monadism.
You know, the world is an
illusion,
so magic sort of happens.
(Angel gasps) I don't-
- That's it. That's the fucking
mask.
- Yeah.
He took some ancient mask
from fuck knows how long ago,
glammed it up and put it in
with the costumes in the
theatre.
There was a blood bath.
Little shit brags about it in
there.
Look, long story short,
he got away with it.
Hell, he didn't even put on the
mask.
Didn't get a drop of blood on
his hands.
When the Nazis came
through, he joined them.
At least until he was
pegged as a queer himself
and narrowly avoided the party
purges.
Fled Germany with his
tail between his legs
and took the mask with him.
Drank himself to death in this
very house.
- My God, and then the kids
came here and found the mask.
- And it got loose.
- But I don't understand,
what is the mask?
- It's confusing, the occult
shit.
But it was used for human
sacrifices by priests,
shit like that.
Yeah. It's like a parasite.
You put the mask on and it joins
with you.
- So what, it like
controls you or something?
- No, worse.
It frees you.
It takes all the hatred that you
spent
your whole life trying to
control, to understand,
and it lets you really feel it.
It lets you surrender to it.
It doesn't make you
kill. It lets you kill.
- And you learned all of
that from the journals?
- Not all of it.
Now, put this shit away, all
right?
We need to get you back
before the idiot counsellor
comes out,
sees we're all missing.
(door closes)
- [Radio Host] Afternoon news.
A new development in the
masked killer case has-
- No one wants to listen to that
shit.
- Um-
- [Radio Host] The body in the
van
was soon recognised as
that of Garry Fulci,
the local man who had been
detained
after the first murder as a
suspect,
later released after
the subsequent murders.
- Jesus Christ.
- Isn't that-
- Yep.
- Bloody hell.
You and Dario could have
been killed with him.
That's why I got so pissed-
- Really? Is that what you're
taking out of all of this?
- I don't know-
- Clearly it's going after
everyone
that's involved in any kind of
way.
That's me, that's Dario.
Maybe that's you now.
- When we get home, I'm
gonna call the police.
I'm gonna figure out what their
plan is-
- Sure.
- Well maybe they're
gonna put more cops on or-
- You do that.
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
- Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.
- Ah, Jesus fucking Christ,
Angel.
I almost shit the bed.
- Shut the fuck up.
- Ah, what are you doing?
- I'm going to Clive's.
Do you know where it is?
- Ah, yeah.
- Got a Texta?
- Um...
Yeah.
(drawers rattling)
- Wait, keep it down.
- [Dario] Sorry.
Yeah.
(birds chirping)
- Is it permanent?
- [Dario] Yeah.
- Is Nicolodi Street far?
- No, no...
Just give me a second to get
ready.
- No.
- [Dario] What?
- No, I just came to say that
I was going in case something-
- No shit, Angel. I'm coming.
- No, Dario-
- Angel.
- I can't-
- Angel.
(Dario sighs)
You and Lila...
Are the only fucking things
in this horrible world
that have stopped me from...
I can't lose you, too.
I'd rather die with you
than live without you,
so I'm fucking coming.
Now give me a minute
or I'll call the fucking
cops and dobb you in.
- Prick.
Fine. Just haul ass then, all
right?
Bring a weapon.
- Will a baseball bat do?
- Yep.
- Yeah okay, good, 'cause
my AK-47 is in for repairs.
(ominous synth music)
It's not far. I had the same
idea as you.
- [Angel] Do you still think
it's Clive?
- Look, I don't know for sure,
but fits the profile and all
that.
Creepy, quiet one, all that
grizzly shit
they draw in art class.
If all the shit that Garry
said about the mask is true,
then who knows what they're
capable of.
- Yeah, but why Lila?
And why all of the others,
like why not Chase and the jocks
and the pick on them, right?
- Yeah, fuck.
What are we doing?
- I dunno. What other option do
we have?
We have to look.
All I know is we don't have much
time.
He, it or whatever it is,
it's coming for us anytime now
and if we don't catch it first,
it's gonna get us in our beds.
- Yeah.
Let's go.
(motorcycle engine rumbling)
- [Angel] Wow, what a dump.
- Yeah, they live with their
brother Johnno, a junkie.
Small town. There's not a
lot of us, believe it or not.
- You're not a junkie.
Anymore.
Oh, fuck, look.
- We've gotta follow them.
- Totally.
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
- Does this place look familiar
to you?
- Yeah. I really wish it didn't.
Jesus fucking Christ. Are you
sure you aren't the killer?
(ominous music continues)
- You.
Hey!
- No, stop.
Don't hurt me. I'm not the one.
- Why are you here?
- [Detective] Go on, buddy.
Tell 'em.
- [Angel] You.
- Me.
- Are you the-
- No.
Neither is this one.
Don't feel too bad. I thought
so, too.
Creepy little shit.
But then I found the box, the
journals.
They've been helping me.
- Helping you?
- Helping me find it.
Good little detective.
- We saw you there that night.
We saw you in the alleyway.
You were standing over Lila.
- I was following them.
- You were stalking them.
- No, no, I wasn't.
I was, I was there that night in
the bar.
(ominous music)
I just felt sick and ashamed
that I didn't stop her,
didn't do anything.
I just froze.
So I swore I'd find whoever
it was who did it somehow.
- Why?
- What?
- Why did you follow her?
Why did you do all of this?
- Because I am, look, I
know Lila didn't know me,
but I couldn't help how I felt.
I couldn't tell them. I
couldn't even talk to her-
- Do we even know who the killer
is?
- Yes, yes.
It was, it was the night I found
Sam.
And I was too late. Again.
But I knew who it was now.
- When Clive told me, I
went and had a look around,
found the same brand of smoke
butts
as the other crime scenes.
The prat fucked up.
It's too bad for him the magic
mask
doesn't make you any smarter.
(motorcycle engine rumbling)
- The bike. I've heard that
before.
- He's here.
He followed you.
We're not ready.
- Shit, fuck.
- Good.
- Yeah, that's the spirit.
Now I didn't know who he'd come
for first.
I thought maybe Clive.
That's why I asked him here this
morning.
Sorry, kid.
You were bait.
Well, let's get ready, huh?
Four on one, much better odds.
(ominous music)
- I don't see anyone.
- He's coming.
Is he gonna know that
there's more of us here?
Is he gonna know that you are
here?
- The mask will. It'll
want me out of the way.
(ominous music)
- [Dario] Wait, what is it?
(ominous music continues)
What is it.
- First Chase, then you.
(Oskar chuckles)
- Fair enough.
Okay, enough with the
shock revelations, huh?
And since there's a
supernaturally
enhanced killer coming,
hey, how about we get ready?
(ominous music)
- Should we hide or something?
- Yeah, yeah. Maybe.
- There's a couple of cupboards
in the master bedroom.
If we just burst out and-
(flesh squelching)
(Clive grunts)
(dramatic music)
(blood spurting)
(Clive grunting)
(dramatic music)
- We know it's you, Chase.
(dramatic music)
- Hey.
Hey.
(dramatic music continues)
Remember me?
(Oskar gasps)
(Oskar grunting)
No. (Grunting)
No.
(Oskar grunting)
No.
No, no.
No.
(dramatic music continues)
- What are you doing? Shoot him.
- I can't. It won't let me.
I never thought...
I never thought that...
Oh fuck, part of it's still
inside of me.
(dramatic music)
Fair enough.
(flesh squelching)
(Oskar gasps)
(blood spurting)
(Oskar grunting)
(dramatic music continues)
(body thuds)
(dramatic music continues)
(hit thuds) (Angel grunts)
(Dario grunts)
(blade slicing) (Dario gasps)
(dramatic music continues)
- Preppy cunt.
(hit thuds)
(dramatic music continues)
Why?
- [Dario] Why?
(dramatic music continues)
- Why not?
- What?
Even without that mask,
you're fucking crazy.
- No, no, no, no, no.
I am not fucking crazy!
No, it's this whole goddamn
fucking world that's crazy.
It just doesn't make sense
anymore. And I get it now.
It's all your fault.
That mask made me see that.
It made me know that I am right.
Oh God, that little retard is
crazy.
This little pathetic piece of
human shit junkie is crazy.
And you, Angel?
You're a fucking freak.
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.
Everyone can see your scars,
you fucking headcase dyke.
My fucking goodness, do you hear
yourself?
Do you?
"Oh, I'm so depressed.
Oh, nobody understands me.
Oh, I'm gonna cut myself
so I can feel something."
Now it is your chance to
really feel something.
(ominous music)
I'm going to carve your pronouns
into your fucking skull.
(dramatic music)
(Chase laughs)
(hit thuds) (Angel grunts)
- Don't fucking...
Laugh at me! (Hits thudding)
(Chase grunts)
(Chase whimpering)
- [Dario] Angel, what are you
doing?
(ominous music)
(Chase gasps)
(Chase choking)
(dramatic music)
(bones cracking)
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
(mask shatters)
(hit thuds) (mask shatters)
(Angel sighs)
- So what do we do now?
- We are never gettin' outta
therapy.
This is gonna sound fucked,
but do you know how to burn down
a house?
(lighter clicks)
(police sirens wailing)
(dramatic music)
(Aunt Carly panting)
(police sirens blaring in the
distance)
- I think you should sit down.
(upbeat rock music)
♪ It's funny how life goes ♪
♪ One day you'll be sitting
on your shitty couch ♪
♪ Watching things go south ♪
♪ You put it in a song and hope
♪
♪ Someone will be listening
from their shitty couch ♪
♪ Hoping things work out ♪
♪ This is no fun ♪
♪ Give you one taste of me ♪
♪ Then you'll see ♪
♪ This is overdue ♪
♪ I'm getting over you ♪
♪ This is overdue ♪
♪ I'm getting over you ♪
(upbeat rock music continues)
♪ It's funny how people show ♪
♪ Put them up to the light
and see their skin and bone ♪
♪ Oh, how you have grown ♪
♪ I build the walls so they
won't break ♪
♪ You tore them down,
you're the earthquake ♪
♪ It makes my head spin
and my adrenaline kick in ♪
(upbeat rock music continues)
♪ This is overdue ♪
♪ I'm getting over you ♪
♪ This is overdue ♪
(ominous music)
- Lovely.
- Yeah, it still smells
like old man in here.
- Smells like stale piss and
cabbages.
- Fucking shut the fuck up,
yeah?
Can someone draw a pentagram,
just here?
Fucking now.
- Well what colour do you want?
- Fucking white.
- Okay, well thank you.
(ominous music)
- That's a star of David.
- What?
- The Jewish star.
- Whatever.
- Here.
(ominous music continues)
- Kelly, Kelly.
- Mm-hm?
- Here, salt. Can you pour
it in a circle, please?
- [Kelly] And what the
fuck's the salt for?
- Just fucking do it, yeah?
- It's supposed to
protect us from the demon.
- How?
- I don't know.
Maybe demons and snails are
related.
- Right, and you actually
believe that this will work?
- Fuck no.
- Well.
(ominous music)
Well, I've got a question,
those of you that are in
attendance.
That Old Man, Boc?
- [Blair] Boche.
- That one. Was he in here
doing like, black missiles-
- Black masses.
- And like sacrificing babies
and shit?
(Blair scoffs)
- I think the only
thing he was sacrificing
in here was his liver.
- Right.
Well, I've ran out of salt,
Ash, so what do you wanna do?
- Hm?
- I've ran out of salt.
- Fucking spread it.
Spread the fucking salt.
- Come on, it'd be too thin if I
did that.
- Then go fucking find salt
in the fucking other room!
- I'll go.
- Thank you.
- Good.
- I wanna have a sticky beak,
anyway.
(ominous music)
Creepy.
- Blair!
For fuck's sakes, Blair.
Is there salt or not?
(Ash mumbling)
- [Kelly] Aye, it's fine.
What the fuck are you wearing?
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Okay.
(ominous music continues)
- All right, I gotta take a
piss.
(ominous music continues)
Where's the fucking
mouse? For fuck's sakes.
Oh, fuck, fuck!
- What? What is it, what is it?
- The fucking mouse is gone!
Fuck's sake.
Fuck.
It was fucking you, wasn't it?
You fucking did this.
I'll fucking smash your fucking
face in,
do you under-fucking-stand?
You never fucking believed
and you're a pussy fucking cunt-
- Hey, hey, hey.
- You let the fucking mouse out.
No!
Fuck this shit, okay?
What the fuck are you even
wearing?
You look like a fucking fairy.
(flesh squelching)
(Ash thuds)
- What the fuck did you just do?
(dramatic music)
(flesh slicing)
(Kelly choking)
(blood spurting)
(eerie music)
(weapon thuds)
(Blair sobbing)
- Get it off.
(dramatic music)
(Blair sobbing)
(insects buzzing)
- Fuck, you're creepy.
(ominous music)
- [Dr. Sherri] How are we doing,
Oskar?
Oskar?
- We have a purely shrink
to psycho relationship, doc.
In fact, I think it's
quite unprofessional of you
to suggest otherwise.
I'll have to alert the
authorities.
Can't imagine what your
husband would think.
- Give it a miss, Oskar.
This is exactly the kind of
behaviour
that keeps you coming
here week after week.
- I'm here because they punched
a Greek bastard's teeth out.
- You really think that's it?
- Uh-huh.
These brain shrinking sessions
keep me out of lock up.
- Oskar, your family's
wealth and influence
kept you out of lockup.
Plus any idiot with a body
full of teenage hormones
and a cultural predilection
for puerile xenophobia
can punch his schoolmate.
But you're not any idiot.
In fact, according to your
records,
you're an exceptionally
intelligent young man.
Up until the last year and a
half,
you were getting top grades.
You showed great potential.
Look, when we're not here
to deal with your violent
episodes,
but whatever it is that makes
you feel the need to do them,
when you're clearly not the meat
head
you're playing right now...
- You don't know me as well as
you think.
- Maybe.
- I know something about you.
(ominous music)
Something I bet your
colleagues don't know.
Something I know your
husband doesn't know.
- That's enough for today.
- I saw you on Friday night.
Holding hands with some chick.
Going into that dyke
bar, what's it called?
The Kaboom Bar.
- You're clearly not in the
right mind
for this session today, okay,
so can you please leave?
- Dr. Sherri-
- See you next week, Oskar.
- I don't know why that-
- Listen to me.
My personal life is none of your
concern
and has nothing to do
with my treatment of you.
- I'm sorry, I-
- And if you ever threaten me
again,
I can and will have you locked
up.
Now please leave.
Leave.
(Dr. Sherri sighs)
(tense music)
(lighter clicking)
(ominous music)
- Oh, ah, ah!
(ominous music continues)
(flesh shucking)
(dramatic music)
(people chattering)
- [Receptionist] One of those
days, huh?
- Can you tell?
- You've got the panda eyes.
(Dr. Sherri chuckles)
- Is that it?
- Yep. That was the last one.
Go on. Get outta here.
Get yourself a drink.
- I think I just need a really
long sleep.
- Suit yourself, doc.
- Oh, good luck with the game
later.
- Thanks.
- See ya.
(birds chirping)
(ominous music)
(Dr. Sherri gasps)
Oskar?
(Dr. Sherri gasps)
(glass shattering)
(dramatic music)
(flesh squelching)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(seagulls squawking)
(ominous music)
(waves crashing)
(Oskar yells)
(waves crashing)
(ominous music)
(Oskar yells)
(waves crashing)
(rock music)
♪ You hold me, like you're gonna
drop me ♪
♪ Knowing you'll never do it
softly ♪
♪ Slipping through your
fingers with the grease ♪
♪ Then you told me I taste
like a lolly, so sweet ♪
♪ But only when you want me ♪
♪ Changing like a channel on TV
♪
♪ I saw the newspaper
on their front lawn ♪
♪ Those early birds, and thought
♪
♪ They haven't brought it inside
yet ♪
♪ And I'm remembering the
things I can't forget ♪
♪ I've been figuring out ♪
♪ How to figure things out ♪
♪ But you know that
your eyes shut tightly ♪
♪ So you don't have to see what
I see ♪
(mid tempo rhythmic music)
(school bell ringing)
- Fuck me, Angel.
You want us in detention next
week, too?
- So what's the plan?
- Garry's picking Lila up.
- Ew.
- Fuck you.
- [Dario] Ew.
- And fuck you.
- Hey, what about me?
- You love me too much.
I'd only break your heart.
- Yeah, whatever. (Chuckles)
Ashley's coming and then
we're gonna go get pizza.
- Ooh.
- [Dario] Oh, that sounds
fucking capital.
- I mean-
- Yes.
- [Lila] Clive is so weird.
- So are you.
- Yeah but like real weird.
- And what, so you're
just like a poser then?
- What?
- I feel like, they're not that
weird.
They're like, they're just
dealing with
the same we're dealing with
in their own way, you know?
- I kind of like Clive.
They drew this demon thing
in art class the other day,
like a scene from "Dante's
Inferno."
It was really good.
- They were in detention today
for telling the chaplain
to go fuck themselves.
(all laughing)
It was pretty cool.
♪ Make me believe ♪
♪ It's only you ♪
- Hey.
Detention, huh? It takes me
back.
- I bet.
- You guys want a ride?
- Yeah, no, actually
we're so fine. Thanks.
Lila, come with us 'cause
he's stoned as fuck.
- He drives better when he's
stoned.
- Oh fucking hell.
- Come on, seriously. Come with
us.
- Didn't your parents ever tell
you
not to get into vans
with creepy old dudes?
- Youse are so cute.
All looking out for me and shit.
Are you bitches coming to
The Kaboom tomorrow night?
- Yep.
- I gotta work.
- Maybe.
I'm not really sure.
- Your job sucks and yeah you
fucking are.
Don't worry, I'll call you
to lay on some peer pressure
later.
(rock music)
♪ All I need ♪
♪ You're all I need ♪
- Fucking hate that guy.
- He's such a cunt.
♪ You're all I need ♪
- Hey.
♪ You're all I need ♪
- It's warm.
- It's caffeine.
(van starts up)
(hit thuds)
(Chase spits)
- [Angel] Seriously?
- [Sam] Angel, don't.
Don't.
- Later, faggots.
Hey, Clive.
(lighter clicks)
What you doin', buddy?
(notebook thuds)
(ominous music)
- [Sam] Angel. Angel, don't.
(bottle thuds)
- You wanna fucking go?
- [Mr. Kelly] Hey, hey,
hey, what's going on here?
Hey, hey, what's going on?
- No, Mr, Kelly, nothing.
Nothing, Mr. Kelly. Nothing.
- Doesn't look like nothing to
me.
- Fuck you.
(ominous music)
- [Ashley] Hey. What'd I miss?
(indie rock music)
- [Aunt Carly] Angel, phone.
- Who is it?
- It's for you.
- Who is it?
(rock music)
♪ Splintered eyes to paralyse ♪
♪ In the moonlight, we have
insight ♪
- Jesus Christ, Lila.
This car's gonna kill you one
day.
- Yeah, well if I'm going
down, you're coming with me.
- Fuck off. I've got way
too much to live for.
(car honks)
- Asshole!
Fucking...
You optimists make me wanna
puke.
- Mm, speaking of puking,
you're not driving me home
tonight.
- Oh? Don't be such a princess.
Christ, I was gonna get the
light bus back
if I got too fucked up anyway.
- Oh were you?
- And leave Meg Mucklebones in
town.
Happy?
You know, if you're lucky,
someone might steal her.
- [Lila] Don't make me tap the
sign again.
- [Angel] Mm.
(Angel chuckles)
(rock music)
- So how's it going?
- Um, I'm tired.
- You know what I mean.
Your auntie didn't freak out,
did she?
- Nah, she took it well,
It's not like it came that
much of a shock to her.
Old hippie. It's just a bit
awkward now.
- Well, that's okay, isn't it?
Awkward's better than bad.
- Yeah, well the rest of
my family not so good.
- [Lila] What happened?
- Nothing happened.
They just, you know, after
everything, when my mum died,
everything they found out about
her,
just never forgave that.
It's like some fuckin'
psycho her kills her
and they were more freaked
out that she's queer.
- People are fucking stupid.
- Yeah. I mean, hello.
She was killed, probably
by someone just like them.
They're more worried about
their little reputation
in their little church.
Anyway, my auntie says it's
probably best
if I just don't go to family
gatherings for a little while.
- [Lila] Do you ever go
to family gatherings?
- Fuck no. (Lila chuckles)
- [Lila] Wish I could have met
your mum.
- [Angel] Mm, me too.
- Sorry.
It's just like she was living
her truth
in a time where things were
really bad,
even if she had to hide it.
You know, it takes guts.
Your dumb fuck family just
sees her in you, yeah?
And they're scared.
That's good. Let them piss
their pants on the pews.
Fuck, I missed the turn.
- [Man] Oi, Morticia.
Show us your tits!
- Should I?
- Oh my god, not for free.
- I got lollies.
- Sugar daddy give them to ya?
- Shut the fuck up.
(Angel and Lila chattering
indistinctly)
You know, I love that
you hate him so much.
Means it's meant to be.
- Sure.
Uh, hey.
Um, do me a favour tonight,
yeah?
If you use maybe just like
not in front of Dario.
They've been clean for like a
month now
and if they get picked up high
again,
they're definitely getting
locked up.
- Yeah, yeah. Sure.
Okay.
- Thanks.
(upbeat electronic rock music)
♪ 30-something Horror High ♪
♪ Neolithic decomposition ♪
♪ Judging others you don't even
know ♪
♪ Failures preaching opposition
♪
♪ Give up, give in, give away ♪
♪ Slit your wrists ♪
(electronic rock music)
(person sniffing)
(electronic rock music)
(people chattering)
- Chill out, Lila. You're gonna
wig out.
- Shut up.
- Do you know what they are?
- [Lila] No.
(Lila laughs)
(electronic rock music)
♪ Give up, give in, give away ♪
♪ Kill yourself ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
(electronic rock music
continues)
♪ Oh ♪
(electronic rock music
continues)
♪ Give up, give in, give away ♪
♪ Slit your wrists ♪
♪ Give up, give in, give away ♪
♪ Kill yourself ♪
- I'm so fuckin' hungry.
I'm gonna go get a falafel or
something.
- [Angel] Wait, wait, wait,
we'll all go.
Hey, are you gonna come and get
a falafel?
- Yeah, I've got the hungries,
yeah.
- Oh, fuck's sake, Lila.
(people chattering)
(electronic rock music)
(ominous music)
- Bad trip.
Bad fucking trip.
(Lila gasps)
(Lila coughing)
(Angel grunts)
(ominous music)
♪ In the silence hear me speak ♪
♪ Your mouth is but a cut to me
♪
♪ As I sit upon my holy hands ♪
♪ Show me all your rage ♪
♪ Show me all your hate ♪
♪ Call him every name ♪
♪ In this golden age ♪
♪ Cry until you ache ♪
♪ Yell until he wakes ♪
♪ Assign him every name ♪
♪ In this golden age ♪
♪ I've been crying at the sky so
long ♪
♪ It's an act of God ♪
♪ I've been crying at the sky so
long ♪
♪ It's an act ♪
♪ Sky so, sky ♪
(rhythmic electronic music)
(singer vocalising)
♪ Hold you and absolve your sin
♪
♪ Mama let me crawl back in ♪
♪ Hail Mary, hail me ♪
- [Angel] Did you see the news?
They arrested Darren.
- Yeah, I saw.
They asked you about the pills,
I guess.
- Yeah.
I had to tell them.
- Yeah, me too.
They thought I'd given them to
her.
You think it was him?
- Maybe.
I don't know.
Like maybe, but...
I, I don't know.
It's just that guy that we
saw in the alleyway near,
near Lila, he looked, like, so
different.
Maybe, maybe it was him.
It all happened so fast.
- Yeah.
Maybe.
- I keep having dreams
about it every night since.
We find Lila and then something
happens.
(flesh squelching)
And then I'm so fuckin'
scared that I just wake up.
Dario?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'm here.
Sorry, it's, it's just...
- Just what?
- Nothing.
- [Liz] Dario on TV, quick.
- I'm on the fucking phone.
Sorry, it's my sister.
- No, you're good.
- What the fuck?
- [Liz] It's on TV.
- What?
- [News Reporter] Police
have confirmed that the two
who have found the victim were
treated
for severe trauma before
questioning
and that the other
witness has been confirmed
and has yet to be found by
police.
Police have released this
CCTV image of a masked person
in the immediate area
and are asking anyone
who might have seen anyone in
the area
around Giallo Street
on the 6th of October.
(ominous music)
(Angel panting)
- [Dario] Angel, is your TV on?
Angel?
Angel, are you there?
(Angel exhales)
- I'll be fine. I won't go far.
Mum will be here in a minute
anyway.
(people chattering)
(ominous music)
Hi, Clive.
(ominous music continues)
(car accelerating in the
distance)
No, fuck this.
(muffled yelling)
(dramatic music)
- [Woman] Sam?
Sam?
Sam?
(people chattering)
(melancholy music)
- Help.
- All right, you creepy fuckers.
Having a good time tonight?
Not me, no.
Once again, I'm stuck in a
studio
that smells like farts serving
y'all like a fuckin' butler,
carrying around bad music on a
platter.
Is everything to your liking,
sir?
Would you care for some crack
cocaine
with your mediocre punk song,
madam?
I swear, you people are killing
me.
Speaking of killing, God
damn, did you see the news?
Mass killer on the loose in the
streets
of our shithole town killing
kids,
slaughtering them like lambs.
(Sighs)
Jesus suffering fuck, it's
like a horror movie out there.
That bit of security footage
they showed on the news?
That mask? Man, I've
seen that mask before.
It's gotta be over 10 years ago
now.
Yeah, I'm old, fuck you.
It was Halloween then, too,
and there was a bunch of
killings just like these
right here in this town.
Witness saw the killer gut
some kid right in front of him.
Killer wore the same damn
mask. I swear to God.
Couple kids got ripped up
trying to summon a demon
or some shit, too.
Now, I ain't superstitious or
nothin',
but I do think there are some
things in this ugly old world
you just don't fuck with.
Thing best not woken up, you
dig?
And maybe, just maybe, some damn
fool kid
went and woke up the same
thing that woke up back then.
So take it easy out there, kids.
Stay indoors and listen
to my shit show. (Laughs)
All right, what shit are
we throwing up first here?
Ah, fuck no, anything but that.
Ah, shit.
All right, this track is better
than a kick in the balls, I
guess.
See you on the other side,
assholes.
♪ In the dark and they took me
far away ♪
♪ And you told me you would wait
♪
♪ Somebody's looking in the dark
♪
♪ And they took me far away ♪
♪ And they told me you would
wait ♪
♪ Somebody's looking in the dark
♪
♪ And they took me far away ♪
♪ And they told me you would
wait ♪
♪ Sunlight hit me on the open
road ♪
♪ Sunrise coming up, coming up ♪
♪ Sunlight hold me but you'll
never know ♪
♪ Sunlight, sunlight ♪
♪ Pick me up when we're in the
darkness ♪
♪ When we're under covers ♪
♪ Tell me that you're
scared to be out there ♪
♪ Wake me up, lover
with the blood thirst ♪
♪ Look me in the eyes first ♪
♪ Tell me you're not going
anywhere ♪
(mid tempo tense electronic
music)
♪ I'll show you where it hurts ♪
♪ Show me where you love me ♪
♪ When I'm gone, when I'm gone ♪
♪ Show me where you love me ♪
♪ I'll show you where it hurts ♪
♪ Show me where you love me ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Wake me up when we're in the
darkness ♪
♪ When we're under covers ♪
♪ Tell me that you're
scared to be out there ♪
♪ Wake me up, lover
with the blood thirst ♪
♪ Look me in the eyes first ♪
♪ Tell me you're not going
anywhere ♪
♪ Wake me up when we're in the
darkness ♪
♪ When we're under covers ♪
♪ Tell me that you're
scared to be out there ♪
♪ Wake me up lover with the
blood thirst ♪
♪ Look me in the eyes first ♪
♪ Tell me you're not going
anywhere ♪
(mid tempo tense synth
electronic music)
♪ Somebody snuck in in the dark
♪
♪ And they took me far away ♪
♪ And they told me you would
wait ♪
♪ Mm ♪
♪ Somebody snuck in in the dark
♪
♪ And they took me far away ♪
♪ And they told me you would
wait ♪
- [Radio Host 1] Kids all over
town are grounded for weeks,
parents are losing their minds.
We're talking textbook panic
here.
If you ask me, this is bloody
typical
of how kids today are
bubble wrapped and molly-
- [Radio Host 2] Oh, shut
up, mate. Just shut up.
Kids have been murdered
and you're talking about
participation metals.
Get some-
- Oh, sorry about that.
Look, are you sure that you're
okay going to school still?
- If you leave me locked up
alone all day,
I'm gonna kill myself.
- Yeah, right.
Fair enough.
Will you just let me know if,
if, you know, if it gets too
much for you?
- Youse guys, you gotta listen
to me.
- [Dario] Fuck off.
- Just listen to me, okay?
I know what you guys must think
of me,
but they're still following me.
The police, they think
I'm involved, but I'm not.
You guys gotta know that, I'm
not.
- Oi, excuse me.
Oi!
- I'm sorry.
I wasn't there.
I know you guys don't like
me, but it's still out there.
- This is school property.
If you don't leave, I'm gonna
be forced to call the police.
- I'm leaving town.
I'm not supposed to, but
it's following me, too.
I'm sorry, okay?
I'm so fucking sorry, but I'm
not-
- Look, I said get.
- Fuck off. Who's following you?
- Not who, it.
Look, I know what's happened
and I know you guys have
no reason to trust me.
- Suzan!
- Hop in and I'll show you.
- Suzan, call the police!
- I was in lockup when
the others got killed.
Your mate, Sam? I just got out.
I swear.
The police think I'm
involved, but I'm not.
Please, you gotta trust me. Get
in.
- Hey.
(hit thuds)
(Mr. Kelly grunts)
(door closes)
(van starts up)
Oh, fuck. Thanks, you guys.
I knew you wouldn't bail on me
like-
- We don't trust you, so
don't try and drive us
out into the woods or some shit,
okay?
Understand?
- I understand. I won't
do anything to you-
- Just shut up. Where are we
going?
- My mum's place. It's just
a couple of blocks from here.
I need to show you something.
Ah, Jesus.
You don't have to come
inside. Just stay out here.
(birds chirping)
Wait right here. I'll be, I'll
be back.
Shout out if you see the cops.
(door closes)
- All right, I'm out.
- Can you just wait a minute?
- Are you fucking kidding me?
This is the stupidest
thing I've ever done.
We are like the kids who
go down into a basement
in a fucking horror movie.
- It's unlocked. You
can leave at any time.
- Fine.
(Dario laughs)
I can't believe you gave Mr.
Kelly a shot in the pills.
- Yeah well he's a prick.
Yeah, but they'll probably
expel you for that one.
- Oh my God, what? Poor
little traumatised me?
I'll just plead insanity.
- You know what's weird about
all of this?
- What the fuck's not weird
about all of this, Dario?
- No, seriously, now that we're
in the 10th level of hell,
I've never seen you more,
I don't know, confident.
- Okay, well, I'm not confident.
- Well, I mean, half the
time we couldn't even
get you to leave the house
and now you're punching
teachers in the nuts,
jumping into random ass fucking
vans,
threatening to kill people.
And look, nothin'. Not one
cut since all of this started.
- What about you?
- Me?
Nah. Haven't used.
You have no idea how
much I want to, though.
Falling apart like a wet
fucking cake. (Sighs)
(door opens)
- Here, look.
This is Blair, my big sister.
Well, not really.
She, they were like you,
Angel, and you know, Lila.
Blair was there when all
of this shit started.
You know how folk are
talking about kids doing
these satanic rituals,
summoning up this thing?
Well...
Here. (Ominous music)
- [Dario] Holy fucking shit.
- Yeah.
Blair was one of those kids.
They found the mask in
the old Boche house.
- Wait, the old what house?
- Boche. It's a couple
of blocks from here.
It was owned by this old creepy
guy.
The kids say he was some kind of
satanist.
He did rituals and black masses
and shit.
Anyway, when he died, Blair
and a few of their friends
went there to do a ritual.
One of them was into that shit.
- What happened to them?
- I was really little at the
time.
Two got cut up.
Blair got away.
We didn't talk about it
much, until a few years ago.
She, they had a brain
tumour and in the last days
they were talking a lot of
gibberish.
You know the thing in your
head, it mixes you up.
One day they call me, all messed
up.
They say, "I'm afraid to die
because I'm going to hell."
So I say, "What do you mean?"
They say, "Because I killed
them."
- I don't get it. So,
who has the mask now?
What? Some kind of copycat
killer or?
- Maybe, I don't know.
Or maybe it's just some poor
cunt that's been possessed.
All I know is whatever happened
to Blair is happening again.
- Can you show us this house?
(birds chirping)
- Is this it?
We're like a block away
from the medical centre.
- That's it. The old Boche
house.
No one's bought the police
since the old man died.
No one wants to live in a
Satanist murder house, I guess.
- This is where it all started?
Mm, there's something really
fucking weird
about all of this.
- Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.
- Don't you feel it?
I never saw the mask when we
found Lila.
The guy had his back turned.
We never saw the mask,
but I did before they put it on
the news.
You did, too.
- You, you guys saw it
in a dream, didn't you?
- Yeah.
I did.
- [Angel] Gets inside our heads.
- I don't understand.
- Neither do I.
(police sirens wailing)
- Fuck.
You guys know the way back,
right?
- Yeah, we're fine.
Go.
(van starts up)
(police sirens wailing)
(tense music)
- You are not going anywhere!
Don't walk away from me.
What were you thinking?
What the hell were you doing?
Did you hear me?
You just got into a strange
van and you drove away-
- It was just Garry.
- I don't care if it was
Bloody Santa on his sled.
You had the police out looking
for you.
For all we knew, you could have
been killed like the others.
That's it.
You're not going to school
until they sort this out.
- What were you doing?
- More than you ever fucking
did.
- Watch your language.
- Oh, fuck off.
Language? You wanna know what I
was doing?
I was trying to figure
out who killed my friends.
- What?
- Yeah.
The cops are way too busy
busting kids for smoking weed.
They don't give a fuck
about some queer kids getting
murdered.
They're never gonna catch that
killer.
- That's not true.
- Don't, stop.
Did they catch him last time?
What the fuck did you even
do when my mum was killed?
You didn't do anything. None of
you did.
- I took you in.
There was nothing else
that I could have done.
- There's always something
that can be done.
- Are you even living in the
real world?
- You know what? I
don't even fucking know.
I don't fucking know what's real
anymore.
I feel like I'm living in, like,
some sort of nightmare that
I just can't wake up from
and everyone around me
is keeping secrets from me,
including you.
- I'm not keeping secrets-
- Don't, just don't.
You saw the mask on the TV.
You knew it was the one
from when my mum was killed.
You knew.
You said nothing.
You did nothing.
You should have stopped it
when it was happening on your
watch,
now it's happening again to us.
Well it's our watch now. My
watch.
I'm going to end this
and there is nothing you
or anyone can do to stop me.
(door slams)
(ominous music)
Responsible adult.
(soft synth music)
(insects buzzing)
- I don't know. I just
feel like it's been months.
- It's been weeks, Ashley.
It just feels like months.
- I'm literally gonna go
crazy just being locked up.
Besides, I miss you.
- Me, too.
- You miss you too?
- Shut up.
You're not gonna be in too much
trouble?
- No, it's fine.
What's she gonna do? Ground me?
Besides, mum doesn't get home
from work till like 3:00 AM
so like we've got time
before she comes home.
- No problem.
Bribed your brother again?
- Of course I did.
And I feel kind of bad though,
you know?
I just feel like he
doesn't need more weed.
- He's an adult. It's his
problem.
(Ashley sighs)
- I'm just kind of freaking
out at the moment, you know?
Aren't you scared?
- Nah.
This whole thing is just
being exaggerated by the news.
Kids all over town are
being locked up at home.
Seems kinda iffy to me.
Even if it was one killer,
the lunatic's probably
skipped down by now.
- I don't know.
I mean, you weren't there.
You didn't see Lila.
- Neither did you.
- Yeah, but Angel and Dario did.
- Okay, okay.
Drive you home now if you want.
- No, not now.
(electronic music)
- I'll tell you what, if
anyone tries to hurt you,
I'll beat the shit out of them.
(Ashley chuckles)
- Oh, fuck.
- Oh.
You know, you should probably
clean up
your car once in a while.
- You should eat your
chips, you skinny bastard.
(Ashley chuckles)
- You know what we can do?
We get rid of all the music gear
and we just lay the seats back.
- Yeah.
Never was any good at
all this romance stuff.
(dramatic music)
(flesh squelching)
(blood spurting)
(Finn grunts)
(blood spurting)
(dramatic music)
(Ashley whimpers)
(dramatic music continues)
- [Ashley] No.
No, please don't. (Sobbing)
(flesh squelching)
No.
No!
(flesh squelching)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(indistinct police radio
chatter)
- [Officer] 750, Roger.
(knocking on door)
- What?
- [Aunt Carly] Come on, get
ready.
- Yeah, nah.
I'm actually feeling like
super fragile right now,
so I don't think I can
deal with the group today.
- Well we leave in 20 minutes.
- Fuck's sake.
- Mind your language.
Don't smoke in bed. You'll burn
to death.
Sorry, about the death thing.
Just be careful, okay?
Or better yet, you could always
quit.
- I'll quit when you quit.
Cheers, bitch.
(people chattering)
- Ready for another
emotional torture session?
- Yeah, can't wait.
- [Dario] You hear from Ashley
at all?
- No, why?
- I don't know, maybe nothing.
They said that they were
thinking of going
to see Finn last night.
- Shit, seriously?
- Yeah, well,
haven't seen each other in ages,
but I told 'em not to go.
- [Chase] Fucking gross.
- What did you say, preppy cunt?
- Oh, I'm so sorry. Did I
trigger you?
- Why are you even here?
- You tell me.
Everyone knows the killer
only goes after faggots.
- [Angel] What?
(Chase laughs)
- Yeah, sorry, no, don't hit
chicks.
Gentlemen and all that.
What the fuck are you
looking at, Rain Man?
- [Counselor] Hi, everyone.
- What's he even doing here?
- Chase is here because his
parents
thought it would be a, a look.
I know we're all...
Today's gonna be a
rather different session.
I think it would be really
important for us all-
- Can you just cut the shit,
please?
- Beg your pardon?
- I said what the fuck has
happened?
- Look, there's no need to be
so-
- What's happened?
- Well, it seems that Ashley and
a friend
were found dead early this
morning.
It's too early to tell, but
it looks like it could be...
Excuse me, Angel, I really-
- Shut the fuck up.
Angel.
(melancholy music)
- It's all right, okay,
they're just down there.
Just give 'em a minute.
I'll keep an eye on 'em.
(melancholy music)
- What the fuck is wrong with
me?
I feel so numb.
How am I not breaking down right
now?
- I don't know.
I feel the same.
It's like I've gone through my
whole life
trying to run away from reality,
thinking that I can't take
it, it's too much for me.
Like a fucking idiot, I would
always say,
"Oh, you know, it can't
get any worse than this."
- None of this feels real,
right?
Like it's, (scoffs) way
too weird to be real.
- Just don't tell yourself
it can't feel any stranger.
- I think I'm gonna kill him.
Or it?
I mean, whatever.
(ominous music)
- Them.
- Hm?
- I don't believe all of
this fucking voodoo shit
that Garry has been saying.
Someone's killing everyone.
I think I know who it is.
I can't believe I didn't
fucking realise it until now.
It's literally been there the
entire time-
- Hey now wait, what, what's
been there? What are you?
- The symbol.
The black metal symbol on
the back of Clive's hoodie.
(dramatic music)
- Shit.
- They were there in the alley.
Fuck, maybe they were there
the entire night. I don't know.
- Yeah, but-
- But what?
You know that Clive had
a thing for Lila, right?
- [Angel] Yes.
What about all the others?
- Maybe they're, maybe they're a
psycho.
Do psychos need a reason
to go fucking batshit?
They were there the night
they found Sam, too.
What's that, they just happened
to be there, a coincidence,
like?
Returning to the scene of the
crime?
- That doesn't actually
happen in real life, does it?
- I don't know, maybe they were
trying
to seem like they were innocent.
- It's too weird.
And we don't, like, what can we
even do?
Saying that you are right.
- Maybe we go back in there,
confront them in front of
everyone.
We tell that cop that's been
trying to follow us around.
- What, you think Clive's gonna
do
like some big Scooby-Doo
conversion?
- I don't know, maybe.
They are kind of (whistles).
- No.
We're not sure.
And if we are wrong, that's
like really gonna hurt them.
We should go to that house.
- The Satan house?
- Mm-hm.
- Now?
- Yeah, now.
What's that saying?
If you're walking
through hell, don't stop.
(Angel clicks teeth)
(ominous music)
- Oh.
(Dario grunting)
Fuckin' spiders.
(ominous music continues)
(curtains rustling)
What are you doing?
- Oh, sorry. Did you bring a
torch?
(ominous music continues)
(drawers thudding)
Creepy old box.
Seems promising.
(box thuds)
Nothing.
- No, look, there's something
inside.
- [Angel] What?
- [Dario] The lining's been
replaced.
Classic secret hiding spot.
My old man hogs the TV.
Watches a lot of murder and
mystery shows.
Shits rubs off on you.
See?
(Dario clicks teeth)
- Cool.
- [Dario] Elementary, my dear
Angel.
- My God, shut up.
- It's in fuckin' Swedish or
some shit.
- German.
- [Dario] Huh? How do you know?
(ominous music)
Holy shit.
(Detective speaking in foreign
language)
- Relax, okay?
I'm not here to hurt you.
I'm not... (sighs)
I'm not the killer.
- Yeah, you're just that fucking
cop
that's been following
us to all our sessions.
- That's me.
- Yeah, what are you doing here?
- My job, technically.
You ran away, I followed you.
- You know about this place?
- Yeah.
- And you know German.
- Enough.
- What did you just say?
- "And when you look into
the abyss for a long time,
the abyss also looks into you."
Pretty deep, huh?
I didn't need to follow you here
really.
We all end up here eventually.
- Who's all?
- Those of us who are looking
for answers.
Do you want them or not?
Look kids, your session ends
in about 20 minutes, okay?
I can have you back there
and ready for pickups
and put in a good word for you.
But if you want to know
what's going on here,
at least what I know, then
we have to make it quick.
- Fine.
- I learned German so that
I could understand this.
Elmer Boche.
He was an actor in the Weimar
Republic,
the German system after World
War I,
before the Nazis took over.
It was a free time. Lots of art
and shit.
And he was an actor in the
theatre.
Big dreams, not a lot of talent.
Kind of drippy little shit
that blames everyone
else for their failure.
He was pretty well off.
Good family, no reason
why he couldn't succeed.
Maybe he just sucked at acting,
maybe he was just fuckin' lazy,
you know?
But he got it in his head
that it was all the fault of the
queers.
Big shock, huh?
Queers in show business.
Well, in his wormy little brain,
they were holding him back
deliberately.
He vowed revenge.
It's all in here.
(ominous music)
- What is all of this?
- I don't understand it all.
Occult shit, some kind of
Gnosticism or monadism.
You know, the world is an
illusion,
so magic sort of happens.
(Angel gasps) I don't-
- That's it. That's the fucking
mask.
- Yeah.
He took some ancient mask
from fuck knows how long ago,
glammed it up and put it in
with the costumes in the
theatre.
There was a blood bath.
Little shit brags about it in
there.
Look, long story short,
he got away with it.
Hell, he didn't even put on the
mask.
Didn't get a drop of blood on
his hands.
When the Nazis came
through, he joined them.
At least until he was
pegged as a queer himself
and narrowly avoided the party
purges.
Fled Germany with his
tail between his legs
and took the mask with him.
Drank himself to death in this
very house.
- My God, and then the kids
came here and found the mask.
- And it got loose.
- But I don't understand,
what is the mask?
- It's confusing, the occult
shit.
But it was used for human
sacrifices by priests,
shit like that.
Yeah. It's like a parasite.
You put the mask on and it joins
with you.
- So what, it like
controls you or something?
- No, worse.
It frees you.
It takes all the hatred that you
spent
your whole life trying to
control, to understand,
and it lets you really feel it.
It lets you surrender to it.
It doesn't make you
kill. It lets you kill.
- And you learned all of
that from the journals?
- Not all of it.
Now, put this shit away, all
right?
We need to get you back
before the idiot counsellor
comes out,
sees we're all missing.
(door closes)
- [Radio Host] Afternoon news.
A new development in the
masked killer case has-
- No one wants to listen to that
shit.
- Um-
- [Radio Host] The body in the
van
was soon recognised as
that of Garry Fulci,
the local man who had been
detained
after the first murder as a
suspect,
later released after
the subsequent murders.
- Jesus Christ.
- Isn't that-
- Yep.
- Bloody hell.
You and Dario could have
been killed with him.
That's why I got so pissed-
- Really? Is that what you're
taking out of all of this?
- I don't know-
- Clearly it's going after
everyone
that's involved in any kind of
way.
That's me, that's Dario.
Maybe that's you now.
- When we get home, I'm
gonna call the police.
I'm gonna figure out what their
plan is-
- Sure.
- Well maybe they're
gonna put more cops on or-
- You do that.
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
- Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.
- Ah, Jesus fucking Christ,
Angel.
I almost shit the bed.
- Shut the fuck up.
- Ah, what are you doing?
- I'm going to Clive's.
Do you know where it is?
- Ah, yeah.
- Got a Texta?
- Um...
Yeah.
(drawers rattling)
- Wait, keep it down.
- [Dario] Sorry.
Yeah.
(birds chirping)
- Is it permanent?
- [Dario] Yeah.
- Is Nicolodi Street far?
- No, no...
Just give me a second to get
ready.
- No.
- [Dario] What?
- No, I just came to say that
I was going in case something-
- No shit, Angel. I'm coming.
- No, Dario-
- Angel.
- I can't-
- Angel.
(Dario sighs)
You and Lila...
Are the only fucking things
in this horrible world
that have stopped me from...
I can't lose you, too.
I'd rather die with you
than live without you,
so I'm fucking coming.
Now give me a minute
or I'll call the fucking
cops and dobb you in.
- Prick.
Fine. Just haul ass then, all
right?
Bring a weapon.
- Will a baseball bat do?
- Yep.
- Yeah okay, good, 'cause
my AK-47 is in for repairs.
(ominous synth music)
It's not far. I had the same
idea as you.
- [Angel] Do you still think
it's Clive?
- Look, I don't know for sure,
but fits the profile and all
that.
Creepy, quiet one, all that
grizzly shit
they draw in art class.
If all the shit that Garry
said about the mask is true,
then who knows what they're
capable of.
- Yeah, but why Lila?
And why all of the others,
like why not Chase and the jocks
and the pick on them, right?
- Yeah, fuck.
What are we doing?
- I dunno. What other option do
we have?
We have to look.
All I know is we don't have much
time.
He, it or whatever it is,
it's coming for us anytime now
and if we don't catch it first,
it's gonna get us in our beds.
- Yeah.
Let's go.
(motorcycle engine rumbling)
- [Angel] Wow, what a dump.
- Yeah, they live with their
brother Johnno, a junkie.
Small town. There's not a
lot of us, believe it or not.
- You're not a junkie.
Anymore.
Oh, fuck, look.
- We've gotta follow them.
- Totally.
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
- Does this place look familiar
to you?
- Yeah. I really wish it didn't.
Jesus fucking Christ. Are you
sure you aren't the killer?
(ominous music continues)
- You.
Hey!
- No, stop.
Don't hurt me. I'm not the one.
- Why are you here?
- [Detective] Go on, buddy.
Tell 'em.
- [Angel] You.
- Me.
- Are you the-
- No.
Neither is this one.
Don't feel too bad. I thought
so, too.
Creepy little shit.
But then I found the box, the
journals.
They've been helping me.
- Helping you?
- Helping me find it.
Good little detective.
- We saw you there that night.
We saw you in the alleyway.
You were standing over Lila.
- I was following them.
- You were stalking them.
- No, no, I wasn't.
I was, I was there that night in
the bar.
(ominous music)
I just felt sick and ashamed
that I didn't stop her,
didn't do anything.
I just froze.
So I swore I'd find whoever
it was who did it somehow.
- Why?
- What?
- Why did you follow her?
Why did you do all of this?
- Because I am, look, I
know Lila didn't know me,
but I couldn't help how I felt.
I couldn't tell them. I
couldn't even talk to her-
- Do we even know who the killer
is?
- Yes, yes.
It was, it was the night I found
Sam.
And I was too late. Again.
But I knew who it was now.
- When Clive told me, I
went and had a look around,
found the same brand of smoke
butts
as the other crime scenes.
The prat fucked up.
It's too bad for him the magic
mask
doesn't make you any smarter.
(motorcycle engine rumbling)
- The bike. I've heard that
before.
- He's here.
He followed you.
We're not ready.
- Shit, fuck.
- Good.
- Yeah, that's the spirit.
Now I didn't know who he'd come
for first.
I thought maybe Clive.
That's why I asked him here this
morning.
Sorry, kid.
You were bait.
Well, let's get ready, huh?
Four on one, much better odds.
(ominous music)
- I don't see anyone.
- He's coming.
Is he gonna know that
there's more of us here?
Is he gonna know that you are
here?
- The mask will. It'll
want me out of the way.
(ominous music)
- [Dario] Wait, what is it?
(ominous music continues)
What is it.
- First Chase, then you.
(Oskar chuckles)
- Fair enough.
Okay, enough with the
shock revelations, huh?
And since there's a
supernaturally
enhanced killer coming,
hey, how about we get ready?
(ominous music)
- Should we hide or something?
- Yeah, yeah. Maybe.
- There's a couple of cupboards
in the master bedroom.
If we just burst out and-
(flesh squelching)
(Clive grunts)
(dramatic music)
(blood spurting)
(Clive grunting)
(dramatic music)
- We know it's you, Chase.
(dramatic music)
- Hey.
Hey.
(dramatic music continues)
Remember me?
(Oskar gasps)
(Oskar grunting)
No. (Grunting)
No.
(Oskar grunting)
No.
No, no.
No.
(dramatic music continues)
- What are you doing? Shoot him.
- I can't. It won't let me.
I never thought...
I never thought that...
Oh fuck, part of it's still
inside of me.
(dramatic music)
Fair enough.
(flesh squelching)
(Oskar gasps)
(blood spurting)
(Oskar grunting)
(dramatic music continues)
(body thuds)
(dramatic music continues)
(hit thuds) (Angel grunts)
(Dario grunts)
(blade slicing) (Dario gasps)
(dramatic music continues)
- Preppy cunt.
(hit thuds)
(dramatic music continues)
Why?
- [Dario] Why?
(dramatic music continues)
- Why not?
- What?
Even without that mask,
you're fucking crazy.
- No, no, no, no, no.
I am not fucking crazy!
No, it's this whole goddamn
fucking world that's crazy.
It just doesn't make sense
anymore. And I get it now.
It's all your fault.
That mask made me see that.
It made me know that I am right.
Oh God, that little retard is
crazy.
This little pathetic piece of
human shit junkie is crazy.
And you, Angel?
You're a fucking freak.
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.
Everyone can see your scars,
you fucking headcase dyke.
My fucking goodness, do you hear
yourself?
Do you?
"Oh, I'm so depressed.
Oh, nobody understands me.
Oh, I'm gonna cut myself
so I can feel something."
Now it is your chance to
really feel something.
(ominous music)
I'm going to carve your pronouns
into your fucking skull.
(dramatic music)
(Chase laughs)
(hit thuds) (Angel grunts)
- Don't fucking...
Laugh at me! (Hits thudding)
(Chase grunts)
(Chase whimpering)
- [Dario] Angel, what are you
doing?
(ominous music)
(Chase gasps)
(Chase choking)
(dramatic music)
(bones cracking)
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
(mask shatters)
(hit thuds) (mask shatters)
(Angel sighs)
- So what do we do now?
- We are never gettin' outta
therapy.
This is gonna sound fucked,
but do you know how to burn down
a house?
(lighter clicks)
(police sirens wailing)
(dramatic music)
(Aunt Carly panting)
(police sirens blaring in the
distance)
- I think you should sit down.
(upbeat rock music)
♪ It's funny how life goes ♪
♪ One day you'll be sitting
on your shitty couch ♪
♪ Watching things go south ♪
♪ You put it in a song and hope
♪
♪ Someone will be listening
from their shitty couch ♪
♪ Hoping things work out ♪
♪ This is no fun ♪
♪ Give you one taste of me ♪
♪ Then you'll see ♪
♪ This is overdue ♪
♪ I'm getting over you ♪
♪ This is overdue ♪
♪ I'm getting over you ♪
(upbeat rock music continues)
♪ It's funny how people show ♪
♪ Put them up to the light
and see their skin and bone ♪
♪ Oh, how you have grown ♪
♪ I build the walls so they
won't break ♪
♪ You tore them down,
you're the earthquake ♪
♪ It makes my head spin
and my adrenaline kick in ♪
(upbeat rock music continues)
♪ This is overdue ♪
♪ I'm getting over you ♪
♪ This is overdue ♪