Stickman (2017) - full transcript

The thing which waits under your bed, hides in the closet, stalks your dreams - is waiting for you. At least Emma Wright knew. When she was 10, she was accused of killing her sister, but ... - stop by if you're interested in the nutritional composition of food
- Excuse me. Can I borrow a pen?
- Sorry, I don't have one.

- Ah! That's my stop!

Excuse me!
You just missed my stop.

Excuse me!

You missed my stop.

You need to open the door.

Why aren't you opening the door?

Open the doors! You need
to open the doors now!

You need to open the door!

Please! Why aren't you
opening it?!

You have to open it!
Why aren't you

helping us?! Please, God!

Somebody help!

Please, God, help us!

No! No!

What do you want?!

Who are you?!

Please, Emma!

You need to stop!

Emma, stop!

- Where... what... wha...


What do you want?

- Emma, please just stop!

Emma, no!

- What the hell are you doing?!
Come here.

- No! No, no, no, no!
I'm OK! I'm OK!

I fell asleep without drawing
it! I just need to draw it!

- Nurse! You know this
is for your own good.

No, no, no! Please! Don't!

No! Please don't do this! No!

No! No!

No! No!

Please, don't do this!
No, no, no, no, no, no!

- Do it now.
- No, no you... Jeremy!

Tell them, please! No! Don't!
You don't understand!

- Stop moving!
- Please!

- No!
- Then help me understand...

...and maybe we can do this
without the sedative.


Does that seem
like a fair proposition?

- Uh-huh.

- OK.

- Go in.

- Hi, Emma.

Thank you, Dixon.

I believe we're good here.
- Sir, I don't think

that's a good idea.
- We'll be all right.

Won't we, Emma?

- I'll be outside, then.

You behave.

- Now, I do not think
that we have had the occasion

to be introduced formally.
My name is Fenton.

- Where's Dr. Channing?
She knows my file, she knows

what happens when I
fall asleep without drawing it.

- Unfortunately, Dr. Channing's
husband fell ill. She's taking

some time to be with him.

- I don't understand.

She just left?

- Her husband's illness
was... very sudden.

- But she can't do that.

She can't do that! She's
been here from the beginning.

She knows what I've
gone through! She knows

what's... what's after me.

- It's OK, Dixon. It's OK.
Emma was just expressing concern

at Dr. Channing's
sudden leave of absence.

It's entirely understandable.


Emma, this is your choice.

Either you sit down...

and you help me understand what
it is you've been going through,

or we can sedate you and we'll

start this again
tomorrow morning.


where should we start?

- You have my file. You tell me.

- How about we start with this?

- You didn't read that, did you?

You didn't read it out loud?

- No. Should I?
- No, no, no!

You can't! You can never
say its name out loud.

You can never
say its name out loud.

It... it started
when I was 10...

with my sister.

- Honey, come on! You've
gotta wake up!
- NO!

- You have to wake up,
sweetheart! Come on!

The nightmares
were so bad, my older sister

Claire would hurt herself
trying to fight off

whatever was attacking her
in her dreams.

- NO! It's gonna kill me!

My mother met

with all kinds of doctors
but none of it did anything.

Get away from me!

- If anything, the night terrors
only got worse.

Come here.

My mother gave her
life trying to save my sister.

Claire, no! Claire!

Then it took Claire.

Mom? Mom? Mom?

I should have run.

I should have run as far
as I could, but I didn't.

Claire? Claire?

The Stickman

comes to those in sleep

stalking dreams
for souls to reap.

Speaking its name
dooms any who listen.

Those who say it,
invite the writhen.

Until on their deathbed,
their blood it can snare.

Break that keep, into this world
it will tear.

So if I die before I wake...


No! No! No! Mom!

Claire! was the Stickman
my soul did take.

That night,

it came for me.

- And it came for you
because you read that poem,

because you said its name
out loud?

Emma, it says here that...

the windows and the doors

were locked from the inside,
and that...

you were the only
other person in the house.

- Yeah. Of course it was me,
right? The ten-year-old monster

who murdered her mother
and sister.

- Who was it who told you
that drawing these

would keep it
from your dreams at night?

- I can't say.

- Can't say...

or you won't say?

Because earlier on, you were
practically begging Jeremy

to tell us exactly why you were
desperate to draw these things.

And did you know
that an orderly found...

...this hidden in Jeremy's room?

Now, he assumed

that you had given it
to him, but...

that's not the case, is it Emma?

Jeremy's started drawing these
things in secret, hasn't he?

You do know that...

giving someone like Jeremy,

someone on suicide watch,
a sharp object

like a pencil, that's a...

...that's a serious violation?

Has Jeremy started
talking to you?

Because it's my understanding
that he hasn't

uttered a single word to anybody
in about six years...

not since he killed his parents.

Have you two...
bonded over that?

Emma, help me out here.

Well, I guess
we're done here. Dixon.

- Sir.
- Please sedate Emma

and have her put
in solitary confinement

for the night.
- What? No! You can't
do that! You promised!

- You have to come with me.
- You have to let me draw it!

I can't fall asleep without
drawing it! I won't survive!

- One night without making your
drawings will show you that
there's nothing to fear.

- Emma, you need to calm down.
- No! No! I can't!

- Keep your voice down.
- You need to let me draw it!

I won't survive
the night! Please! You
can't let him! Please! No! No!

- Your subconscious has invented
this bogeyman as a way

of coping with your guilt.
Only once you've realized that

can the real work begin.

You go to hell,
you son of a bitch!

Please don't do this! Please!
- Sorry, Emma.

- No! NO!


No, please! Please!

Please don't do this! Please!
- I'm sorry, Emma!

This is for your own good.


No! No, please!

No, you don't understand!

It's gonna kill me!

The Stickman...

No, no!

No! No!

Somebody, help!
Somebody, please!

- Help me please! Help!
- The Stickman

comes to those in sleep,
stalking dreams

for souls to reap.
- No, don't read that!

- Speaking its name dooms any
who listen. Those who say it,

invite the writhen.
- Please, stop! Stop reading it!

Until on their deathbed,
their blood it can snare.

- Please... stop!
- Break that keep,

into this world it will tear.

No, stop! Please!

Until on their deathbed,

their blood it can snare.

Break that keep, into this world
it will tear.


Jeremy! No!

What have you done?! No!

- Stop!

What have you done, Jeremy?!
Stop! Stop!

- Jeremy! What are you doing?

You have to stop that, Jeremy.

- Come on.
- NO!

- You have to stop! Come on!

- No! No!
- You have to stop
this! Agh! Come on!

- No!


- All right, people!

Rise and shine!

It's a brand new day.

20 minutes to breakfast.

You all know the drill.

You stay in bed,
you won't get fed.

Jeremy! What the hell

are you doing?
Everyone back in your rooms.

I got one on the loose,
headed to C Wing.

- Jeremy!

- Jeremy!


You go after him.
I'll cut him off.


You've got to stop this.
- NO!


- Jesus!


Go get the doctor.

- Is she alive?

- You get back up to D Wing
right now. Go.

- Emma.

Emma, how are we this morning?

- Couldn't be better.

- Hm.

You have made considerable
progress since we first met.

- Thanks to you.

Next week, it'll be a year
without a nightmare.

- Something has been
brought to my attention

and I wanna talk
to you about it.

- Emma... how would you

feel about leaving us
here at Hollybrooke?

- Leave? And go where?

- A spot's become available

at a transitional foster home
for young women.

You would spend seven months
there until your 18th birthday.

That's a way of easing
you back into society.

- Do you think
you're ready for that?
- Yes. Yes, very much so.

- Good. So do I.

They'll be here
in a couple of hours, OK?

- What? So soon?

- The sooner the better, right?

Emma, it's time
to get on with life.


- You heard all that?

No! Jeremy, wait!

- Jeremy's still
not talking to you, huh?

- Not a word since he found out.

- He'll be OK.

Who knows? Maybe he'll start

talking to the rest of us.

- That I'd like to see.

- Well, I just came up
to let you know

the van's here. You should
probably head down.

- OK.

I'm... I'm almost ready.

- You do good out there, OK?

No need ever to come back here.


- Yeah. I promise.

- How long has it been?

- Since I was 10,

so... 7 years.

- Are you nervous?

- More like terrified.

- Hm.

Well, I'd say you
left the worst behind you,

wouldn't you?

- I hope so.

- Yeah.

- What are you doing? I said I
just needed the socket wrench.

Like I know what that is.

- That's her, huh?

She looks different

than I thought.
- Why? What's a nut job

supposed to look like?
- I don't know.

More like you, I guess.
- Shut up.

- Listen, the girls here,
their bark

is worse than their bite.
You have just as much right

to be here as they do.
- Do they know that?

- It's OK. You'll be fine.

Girls, this is Emma. She'll be

staying with us for a while,
so I want you to make her feel

like she's at home.

- Hi, I'm Paige...

and this ray of sunshine
here is Liv.

- Paige, can you introduce Emma

to Mrs. Hill while Liv
helps me with the groceries?

- Sure thing.
- Oh, it's OK.

I've got it.

- Come on, it's almost dinner

so Mrs. Hill's probably

keeping an eye on the kitchen.

- Liv... come on.

- Don't mind Liv,

she comes from a family
of car thieves

so trust isn't really
one of her strong suits.

On the other hand, if you
ever need a car jacked,

she's your girl.

- I'll keep that in mind.

- So, there's only five of us.

They let us watch TV 'til nine.

Lights out's at ten,

so it's not so bad here.

It's really not a bad place.

- They watch everything
you do in here?

- Why should in here be any
different than out there?

We live in
a surveillance state now.

Everyone's watching 24/7.

- Don't mind Kate, she one of
those dark web paranoid types,

won't be happy until she
burns down the whole system.

- At least I didn't burn down
my own house, dumb ass.

- That was a mistake...

though it was beautiful.

- What's a mistake
is listening to anything

these two have to say.
- If anyone should be worried

about secret surveillance...
it's you Tess.

- Tess' ex secretly

recorded her, you know...

- In a compromising way.
- So Tess broke in

to her ex's house
looking for the video

but all she found... were the
police waiting for her outside.

- Yeah. Where's the justice
in that, right?

Let it be!

- Anybody ask our new guest here
what she did to get seven
years at Hollybrooke?

- Liv, I told you
to leave this alone.

- Go ahead Emma, tell them.
- This isn't the time or place.

- She's a double murderer.
Word is Emma here killed

both her mother and her sister.
- No! No, I didn't. I...

I didn't.
- What, so now
you're gonna lie to us?

- Stop it right now! I mean it!

- No! Don't!

- Liv! Let it be!

- What you lookin' for, huh?
- Leave it alone, Liv!

- Ooh!
- Liv!

- What's this?
- No!

- Leave it alone!
- Don't read that! Give it back!

- The Stickman comes to those
in sleep, stalking dreams
for souls to reap.

- Don't! You don't know
what you're doing!

- Speaking its name dooms any
who listen. Those who say it
invite the writhen.

Until on their death bed,
their blood it can snare.

- Stop! Don't finish it!
- Break that keep,

into this world it will tear.
- Liv! I'm warning you!

- If I die before I wake, it was
the Stickman my soul did take.

- What the hell's

going on in here?!

- Look.

I'm not sleeping
with some nut job

murderer under
the same roof as me!

- I don't remember you
having a say in this, Liv.

- Either you get her
out of here or I will!

- Are you threatening me?

Because you've got to know

that is a one way ticket
straight back to juvie.

Just cool it Liv.

- Liv, no!

- Look, it's not worth it, Liv.

- You're not unpacking?

- Don't think I'll
be here tomorrow.

Lights out!

- What Liv was saying...

Did you do those things?

- They say I did, but...

I know I didn't.

You never said why you're here.

- Oh. I, um...

knocked a girl's teeth out
'cause she was

picking on a friend.
She pressed charges, so...

Let's go,
light's out!

- I think you should unpack.

- Hey...

If you have
a nightmare tonight...

you should let me know.

- Emma? Can you hear me? Emma!
Emma! Open the door!


- Who's in there with her?!
- I don't know!

- Where's Liv?

- Right here.

- Why won't this door open?!

- Everybody, stand back!

- Please, help me!

Please, God, help me!

- Emma!
- What just happened?!

- Call the police!

- Everybody, get the hell
out of here! Go!


- We gotta go! We gotta go, now!

- It's... it's... it's gone.

- What have you done?
- Liv!

What the hell have you done?!

- Liv, you gotta
get out of there!
- It wasn't me!

- Oh, Jesus.

- Oh, my God.

She's really dead!

- Who was it then, huh?
Because I sure as hell

don't see anybody else in here.
- I don't know! It... it...

it doesn't make sense! It's
not supposed to be here!

It's not supposed to be
outside of our dreams!

- Does anybody else know what
this nut job is talking about?

Andrea, check the closet.

- I don't think so.

- For Christ's sake, Andrea.


- So, what? Some person just
came in here and vanished?

- It wasn't... it wasn't
a p... a person.

- What, you think I'm stupid
or something?

Maybe I should just end you
right now before you

do this to anybody else!
- Stop!

Get off of her! That's enough!
- Look at what she did!

- How could she do that?
- I don't know, but she's gonna

tell me right now or--
- Don't be stupid Liv.

- Let the police take care of
this, OK?!

- Just tell me!
- It was... it was...

it was the S... the Stickman.

- Andrea... was that you?
- No.

- You shouldn't have
read that poem before.

You should have
never said its name.

You guys have no idea
what kind of danger

you're in. For years,
it's... it's only

been in my dreams, but now...
it's here...

in the real world.

I don't know how,
but I know it's coming

for us all.

- Screw this.

- Maybe it was just the wind.

- There's no one.

- Look. Look, if there was

somebody else in the house,
we would see it

on the security cameras. Right?
- Liv, stop.

Just stop, all right?

- Come on, let's
check those cameras.

- Just go. Go.

- There's nothing here.
- What do you mean nothing?

- It's like someone
disconnected the cameras.

- There, the camera
in the bedroom hallway.

Stop right there.

See? That's Paige talking to me,

I was in my room.
- She was.

- So there's no way it could've
been me who disabled
the cameras.

- Wait. Wait, roll it back.
There. In the dining room.

- OK. That's a problem.

- Yeah, that's perfect.
That's just... that's perfect.

- That's OK. We'll just
tell the police the truth.

- Yeah, in what world are they
ever going to believe us?

- Look, just erase it.
- They put this on the cloud.

There's no way to get at it.
- Listen! You have to listen!

The police are the least
of our worries here.

Something's changed.
I've never seen it

outside my dreams before.
- Look.

I've had just about enough
of your crazy, OK?

- Look, I saw it.
- You... you saw what?

- I...

I saw some... thing

in the room with Emma.
She wasn't alone.

- OK. So where did it go?
Where is it now?

- No. You don't
understand. It...

it didn't look human.
- That's because it's not.

And you all heard her read
that poem. Now it's coming

after all of you too.
- You are both crazy.

- How do you think she did
that to Cathy and Mrs. Hill

by herself, huh? She couldn't
and you know it.

- What, you're saying that
there's some sort of boogeyman

after us?
- Yes! And it's not

gonna stop until we're all dead.

- Oh, my G... Why are we
listening to this garbage?!

- Fine! Don't listen, then.

See where that gets you.

- Hey!

Hey! Where the hell do you
think you're going, huh?

- I need to get back
to Hollybrooke.

- Yeah... you're
not going anywhere.

- You may not believe me now,

but trust me, you will...

but by then, it'll be too late.

- Emma, tell us
what did this then.

Tell us what it is.

- Enlighten us.

- It killed my mother,

and it killed my sister, and
then it started coming after me,

hunting me in my dreams.

That's what it does.
It hunts you down

and wears you out
until you lose the will to live

and then it takes you.

I fought it for a long time,

to the point where I couldn't
fight anymore,

and then I found
a way to trap it.

- This is insanity.
- Jesus Liv, let her talk.

- Wait. If you trapped it, then
how can it be here?
- I don't know!

That's what I need to find out.

Somehow, it's broken free

and stepped into this world.
Just like the poem said.

- Wait... wait.
This is all from a poem?

- I told you guys
she was a head case.

- Stop! Just wait, OK?

Look. It's not like

any of you have

a reasonable explanation
for this.


And come morning, it won't be
long before Cathy and Mrs. Hill

are missed. What do you
think is gonna happen then?

- She's right, Liv.

You said it yourself.
There's no way

the police are going
to believe any of us.

- Like it or not,

we're all in this together.

- Did you find the keys?
- Jesus! You scared me.

- Well, I didn't want anyone
to see us out here.

- I had to go into Cathy's
pockets to get them.

I got her phone too.
- You know,

I really don't think
I need to be here.

- You drew the short stick,
fair and square.

If you want to change places
with someone, talk to Liv.

- Oh, my God...

- What the hell are you doing?
- Trying to find out who we're

really dealing with here.
- Are you gonna help us or not?

- I will.
- Look, I... I...

I don't think
I feel right about this.

- Just grab her feet.

Look, we're just gonna

put them at the bottom
of the staircase,

make it look like they came in
here after Emma 'cause she

was crazy or something, and then
one thing led to another

and then, bam! She pushed them
down the stairs.

- I don't know, Liv.

- Tess, I can't do this
without you.

It'll be her word
against ours, OK?

Come on.

Are you gonna help us out
or not, Kate?


Earth to Kate.

- What's with the map?

- Hey! Where the hell
are you going?!

- "Local student Will Johnson

found dead in school gym's
locker room."

Tommy and J... Will Johnson...

Oh, my god.

- You OK?

- We have to go
after Paige and Andrea.

We have to warn them

I'll find the keys

to Mrs. Hill's car.
- Wait, what?

What's going on?
- Emma might not be

as crazy as we thought.

- They took Cathy's phone.
Try calling her on that.

Kate? Kate!

- Kate!
- No, no, no, no, no, no!

We have to go, OK? Go! Go!


What exactly are you
hoping to find here

- that's so important?
- There's a patient

there who's like me. Since he
was nine, he's been hunted

by the same thing
that's after us.

He'll know what to do.

- Do you think they're
waiting for us?

- Wouldn't they have
stopped us already?

- No. Something must have

happened at the hospital.

- OK. So now what?

- Pull over there.

We can go through the forest
to the back of the hospital.

- Wait, wait, wait. I really
think that we should just leave.

- Look, if you want
to survive this thing,

our best shot at getting answers
is in there.

- I just... I don't know
why any of this is happening.

- You need to pull it together.
- But Kate, she said that

everything she said was true.
Everything Emma said was true!

- Listen to me! Come on.
Look, I don't know

what the hell Kate was talking
about, but you can sure as hell

bet that once somebody finds
those bodies, we're all

going away for a long time,
unless we can figure out

what the hell is going on here.
- What if we're next?

- Listen, that is not

gonna happen.

We're gonna go a few
blocks over. We're gonna

jack ourselves a car, and we're
gonna go find Paige and Andrea.

We're gonna get
through this, Tess!

OK? We're gonna
get through this.

- OK.

- Yeah, OK.
- OK.

How are you
expecting to talk to this guy?

- I'm close with one
of the orderlies there.

His shift doesn't end
for another hour, maybe he'll...

- Looks like we're
a little late.

- OK... If we can

make it over the back fence,
we might be able to get in

through the stairs next
to the C Wing. The orderlies

leave the door open sometimes
during their breaks.

- We don't even know how much
of the hospital has burned.

There might not
be anybody in there.

- I think we should check it out
though. I mean, just in case.

- Says the convicted pyro.


Wait, did you hear that?

- Go, go, go!

- Hide!


You don't want to stay

out here all night, do you?

Ellis! Come on.

Time to go back inside!

Come on, Ellis.

- Hey! This one! This one!


- OK, good.

- OK! Go, go, go, go!


Amanda, get down
from there!

I've got a patient
escaping F Wing.

In pursuit.

Get back here!

Amanda, get back here!

- Let's just get this over with.

Come on.

- What's wrong?
- Emma?

- I just...

I didn't think
I'd be back here again.

I thought I was done
with this place for good.

- There has to be
another way, right?

We don't have to do this.

- Yeah...

yeah, we do.

What are you doing?

- I'm calling the foster home

and telling Liv and the others
know what's going on.

Come on, pick up!

- No answer?

- Well, they didn't
know it was me.

- Welcome to Hollybrooke.

Come on.

- May... maybe we should

just keep driving
and get out of town now.

- Not... not without
warning Paige and Andrea.

- Yeah. You're right,
you're right.

- Maybe take a look at these.

OK? Kate must have printed them
out for a reason.

- These are all articles

about dead kids
here in Clearmont. Except... one seems to know
what killed them.

How many kids?

I don't know... a lot.

- Oh, Jesus.

- What?

- It just...

it looks like Emma plotted out
the deaths of these kids.

- Why would she do that?

- I don't know, I just... It
seems like a lot of these deaths

happened in the centre
of Clearmont,


they've been spreading out
ever since.

- What do you mean,
spreading out?

- Each one of these dead kids

lived farther away than
the last, so... so it's like

whatever's killing them is
making its way across town.

- What the hell was that?

What the hell was that?!

What was that? What is it?

- You lived here?

- Yeah...

for seven years.

I can't believe I was here
just this morning.

That's my room, on the right.

Jeremy's right across from me.

- Is this...

- Something you never
want to meet.

- Emma? You need to see this.

This is what I saw, isn't it?

What I saw in your room
with you tonight?

- He was trying to trap it.

He must have known
it escaped somehow,

and he was trying to...
he was trying trap it again.

- Trap it? Trap it how?

- Until on their deathbed,
their blood it can snare.

If you draw it with your blood
when you're dying,

it traps it, or somehow...

or sends it back
to where it came.

- So did he? Did he trap it?

- They must have pulled him out
again before he could finish.

- Again?

- What have you done,
Jeremy?! Stop!

He tried to kill himself
when I first got here,

slit his wrists
and then tried to draw it.

- Jeremy!
- No!

- What are you doing?
- I have to finish drawing it!

- Jeremy! Stop!
- No! NO!

- Back then, I didn't know
what he was doing...

but I think he was
trying to save me.

Maybe I should try
and trap it again.

- I'm making another pass

through D Wing now. I'll let you
know if I find anybody.

What the hell?

- [I just got Ellis
back into A Wing,

but we're still missing Terry,
Samantha, Sarah and Jeremy.]

- Copy that.

Hey! HEY!

I've got two on the loose

heading into E Wing. STOP! HEY!

- Let's just leave.
- No.

There's something else
I need to see.

This'll take us straight there.

- Just wait!

We're not taking another step
until you tell us

what' so important that its
worth getting us all caught.

- I just...

Last year...

I did what Jeremy
tried to do back there...

with the drawing.

Only I finished mine,

and it hasn't attacked me since.

Not until tonight...

not until this fire.

I need to know what happened

to the drawing and we
need to find Jeremy.

- Just wait a minute!

Wait a minute!

- Whoa...

That's where they
used to keep us in solitary.

That's where I trapped it.

- The... the fire
destroyed the drawing.

- Break that keep,
into this world it will tear.

According to the poem,

if you destroy the trap,
it frees it...

into the real world.

Free to kill anything
that gets in its way.

- So how do we stop it now?

- We find Jeremy.

Come on.

They were still looking
for Jeremy on the radio.

We need to find him
before they do.

- What... what are you doing?

- I don't want
to be here anymore.

- Andrea, we're safer
when we're all together.

- No. I think the safest thing
for me to do is just to get

as far away from you
and all this as possible.

- There's no running from
this thing! It's gonna find you

no matter where you are.
- I'll take my chances then.

- Andrea, don't be stupid!
- Please, just leave me alone!


- Don't move! Don't move!

Hey! HEY!


Oh, God!

- Let's just tell
the cops everything,

like we should have
from the start. And then maybe

Andrea would still be alive.
- No. Listen to me, OK?

We're in this on our own.
They can't help us.

- What are we supposed to do?

Just let that thing
kill us off one by one?

- No, we need to find Jeremy.

He told me how to get it
out of my dreams.

he figured out a way
to trap it before me.

If we can find him,

he might know how to kill this
son of a bitch once and for all.

- How do you know
he's still alive?

- They were looking for him
on the radio, right?

They wouldn't be looking
for a dead man.

- I don't want to die, OK?

- I won't let that happen.

I promise.
- OK.


- Come on.

- Where are we going?

- If Jeremy managed
to get out of here,

he probably went
to the only place he knows.

- Home.
- Yeah.

Come on. His address
should be in his file.

- What the hell
happened in here?

- This is...

this is my file.

- Is that blood?

Why would he kill him?

- I told him
not to read it.

- He read the poem.

- What? Why didn't he
listen to me?

Let's just... find
what we came here for

and get the hell
out of here

before that thing
finds us again, OK?

- I'm gonna call
the foster home.

- The-the police...

they're at the house.

- What about Liv?
And the others?

- I don't know.

- Let's just find this address
and get the hell out of here.

Check the desk.

- Ugh!

- There's a payphone.
There's a payphone, come on!

Oh no! No, no, no. No.

- That's perfect.
Just perfect.

- There's someone in there.
Come on, they'll have a phone

we can use to call Paige.

For the blood
on your shoulder, take this,

cover up yourself up.

You OK?

You're gonna be OK, OK?
- OK.

- You two look like
you've had a rough night.

- Do you happen to have
a phone we could use?

- We do.

- Thank you.
- But...

it's against store policy
to let anyone use it.

- Look, let's just go, OK?
- Listen, um...

Maybe we could come up
with some sort of trade?

- What did you have in mind?

- Well, let's just say
that my friend and I

would be...

would be...

so grateful.

- One call.

I'll lock the door.

- What exactly
are you thinking?

- It's never gonna happen.

Come on, Tess,
what's the number?

- I... I think I found it.

- Why are there no drawings
in here like yours?

- No one here knows.

Other than me,
he's never told anybody.

He stopped speaking
the day after he said its name

for the first time.

- Turn it off!
- I'm trying.

They're gonna hear us!


- Listen. Listen,
it's real, OK? It got Kate,

- Andrea's gone too.

- Jesus...

- We should go.
Tell them to meet us

at the Bedford Bridge,
right before the hospital.

Did you hear that?
- Yeah.

Yeah, OK.

Paige! Paige!

Paige! Paige! Paige!
- What?! What?! What?! Hello?

What's going on?! No!

- OK, we're gonna
flip the desk.

You ready?!
You with me?

One, two,


Go! Go! Go!

- Hey! Hey, stop!

- Hey! Stop!

- Paige! Paige!

What's happening? Hello?!
Hello?! What's going on? Hello?!

- Oh, my God!
Put the phone down! Put it down!

Tess! Tess! Put the phone down!
Put the phone down!

Oh, my God! Tess!

No, don't shoot!



- What the hell are you?!
- No! No!

- No!

- Come on! Let's go!

- OK. I'll take
the middle, guys. Go ahead.

OK, they're in the forest
behind the hospital.

Send everybody you've got.

- It doesn't look that way.
They're wearing street clothes.

- Oh, Jesus.

What the hell's going on here?

- All right! Hey! Over here!
- I think they found them.

- Stay here.

I'll check to make sure
it's clear.

- OK, but don't be long.

- Dixon...

- Emma?

- Listen. Before you do

I need you to listen, OK?
Please. OK?



what have you done?

Were you involved
in killing those people?

In killing Dr. Fenton?
- No, no.

We had nothing to do with that,
You have to believe me.

- She's telling the truth.

- So you just showed up here,

the day that you left,
after all hell breaks loose?

I don't think so.
- No. No, please.

If we get arrested,
we won't survive the night.

We will be dead just like
all the others. Please.

Dixon, you know me.

You know I could never do
something like this.

- Then help me understand, Emma.
What the hell is going on here?

- OK, OK. I came back
to talk to Jeremy.

- Jeremy?

You realize that Jeremy tried

to kill himself
after the fire broke out?

He tried to escape
during the evacuation
before we could fix him up.

I'll be
very, very surprised, Emma,

if Jeremy is still alive.
- And what if he was just...?

He was just trying to stop it.
- Stop what?!

- That thing! The thing

from my nightmares and from
the drawings, it's real!

- I'm sorry Emma,
I really am,

but you need some help.

- Please, please.

Leave her alone,
you son of a bitch!

- You promised.



The keys.


It is you! Thank God!

Liv, what's going on?

Where's Tess?

Liv, what's wrong?

Liv, what are you saying?

- Run, Emma, run.
You have to run.


you have to run. You have
to run! You have to run!

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!


You were...

You were right.

- Hey! Hey!

This is your stop!

- You need to open these doors!

You need to open them!

- Hey, take it easy back there.

Those doors stick sometimes.

- This is...

this is the house
from my dreams.


Oh! Oh! Oh!

What the hell are you doing?
- You need to go.

I'm doing this on my own, OK?

No one else is dying
because of me.

- No, no! What do you mean?
This isn't your fault.

- Look. It is, all right?

They're all dead because of me.

Your sister, your mother
dead because of me.

- No, they're dead
because of that thing out there!

- I gave that poem
to your sister, Emma,

from a book that I found.

What? What?

- I slipped it
into her backpack on the bus.

I did it to a lot
of other people too.

I thought maybe
if I passed it along,

then maybe it would go away,

but it just made
everything worse.

Look, it started with me,

it's gonna end with me.

- What goddamn book?!
What are you talking about?!

Tell me!

I moved into this house
when I was nine.

In the basement, there was
a loose brick in the wall.

And that's where I found
the book, like someone
tried to hide it or something.

I found a poem in there.

That's when I first
spoke its name.

- Where is this book now?!

- When I... when
it killed my parents,

I hid it in a wall
in the basement.

I thought that maybe would
stop it, but it didn't.

Emma, please.
Look, I... I tried to warn you.

I went to the foster home,
but the cops were there!

- You killed Dr. Fenton
to find me?!

- He wasn't gonna
give me your address!

I did it for you!

OK, I came here
to destroy it for you!

- Right now, the only thing
I want you to do is die!

- Emma, please don't do this!

- You came here to end it...

now you're gonna help me
finish the job.

How do you know
burning this book

is gonna kill this thing?
- I don't.

My arm... won't fit.
- Let me try.

- I'm sorry, Emma.

I really am sorry
for everything.

Look, I was nine, OK?

I was scared,
I just didn't want to die.

- My mother was scared,

and my sister was scared;

they sure as hell didn't
want to die either.

- If I could, I'd trade places
with them now, you know I would.

- Yeah, but you can't, OK?

So let's just...

find this book
and put an end to it.


I got it.

- Emma, don't.


We have to burn it.


- Ah! Ah! No, take the book!

You need to destroy
the book, go! Leave me!

- No! No!
- You need to leave!

No, just leave me, go!

- No! You can't have her!
- Ah!

Grab the gas can! Come on!

Come on! This way!


- No!
- He's got me!

You need to leave me.
- No. No. No.

- You need to run!
- Let go of him!

Just go!

- It ends with me, Emma.
- No!

No, Jeremy!



You need to get out of there!

Jeremy, no!

No! What are you doing?!

What are you doing?!

No! Jeremy, no! No!

No, please.

It ends with me,

you son of a bitch!
See you in hell, asshole!

Clear the area!

- Step away, ma'am.

- Come on!

- OK, let's get
your bag on. Good.


Well, little monkey,
aren't you forgetting something?

- Thanks, Mom.
- Don't forget your lunch, OK?

You have your project?
- Yes.
- OK.

- You have a good day at school.
- I will.

Whoa! Chloe, what's this?

- Amy gave it to me;
she found it on the internet.

- Chloe?! No! No!


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