Why Hide? (2017) - full transcript

Daisy?

Hurry up Rose

Lizzy?

Gorge there, Sammy. Oh.

Go easy on the booze
this weekend.

And, remember to keep your
neoliberal views to yourself.

I don't want another
immigration argument.

When did I become a neoliberal?

I don't even know
what that means.

Try not to bring up
her father either.

And, how would that
conversation start?



Just saying, be sensitive.

It's her first Christmas
as an orphan.

I don't think we'll be
toasting that over the turkey.

He's like Jackie bloody Stewart
on those country roads, isn't he?

We thought you'd overtaken us.

I'm carrying a
heavy load, Anita.

You should see what
I've got in the trunk.

Please, no.

Put it away, Samantha. We won't
be breathing radiation out here.

Yeah, that's what I feared.

You're lucky if we
have running water.

You made it.

There she is.

Namaste, McKenzie.



You need a hand?

New wheels, Anita?

Yes. I think it's ridiculous.

Oh, I don't know.
I think it's pretty cool.

Thank you, McKenzie.

I see you've still got the
same old plates then, Jo.

I'm flogging them on eBay if
you know anyone interested.

No, but if I meet Cath
I'll let her know.

Gosh, it's much colder up here.

Don't worry, darles.
We brought tons of Bolli.

Want to give me a hand, Marcus?

Let the ladies get inside.

All right.

Take that, will you?

Yes.

Ever experienced an erection
from dairy before, Marcus?

I guarantee you will before the
weekend is out, my man.

It's cozy.

Yeah. Will be when I
get the fire going.

Who booked this place?

Guilty.

Ah. Great, Kenz!

Really cheap.

It's not why I booked it.

No, of course not.

Just call me Miss Haversham.

Anita, darling.

Don't you look
fabulous! New weave.

Yes, it's Peruvian.

Gay men always
notice the intricacies of life.

Dump your shit in the kitchen.

Oh, Hugo, you remember?

Of course Merry
Christmas, Malcolm.

Marcus?

Whatever. Samantha, darling.
Oh, don't you look sensual!

Here, let me take this from you.

Oh, you didn't tell
us Hugo was coming.

Well, he's here now.

Briefly.

Hello, young man.

That's an awful lot of
fat you have there.

Two of my best sweet
and curvies, Hugo.

I'll make us all
mimosas, shall I?

Oh, Sammy, you read my mind.

No fruit in mine I'm on a
strict zero sugar intake policy.

How are you holding up, Bab?

Yeah, I'm all right.
You know what Hugo's like.

He's been keeping me on
my toes since we arrived.

Let's get you a drink.

Well, that little bugger can go for a
start. Set me off good and proper.

Fuck, yeah.

Buttons.

Like a slab of concrete.

Right. I'll go to the car then.

No, you can sleep on the floor.

I meant for the pillows.

Look, let's not start.
We've only just got here.

Are you planning on being
inebriated the entire weekend?

It's called getting
into the spirit.

At least one of us has to.

Oooh. Well done, Sammy.

Anita?

Oh, Marcus, do you want to
give me a hand with this?

Oh, yeah, all right.

And bed linen clearly
from a care ward.

All right, isn't it?

Alcohol-free.

Is she taking the absolute piss?

Check this out, babe.

What the hell was that?

Oh well, that's just
great, isn't it?

Right. Well, I'll
leave you both to it.

Cheap bloody pine
is what it is, Sam.

Bed - defective.

Oh, we'll just have to
cuddle up on the sofa, Bab.

Are you going to
play nice tonight?

If you're referring to
that behemoth upstairs,

I will try.

Well, she's fucked the bed,
so what's to drink?

Sounds like you got off lightly.

Punch?

No, I'll stick to fizz, Babes.

It's good seeing you again, Samantha.
Last time was at the La Croix event, yes?

Oh, my Christ,
I nearly passed out, didn't I?

I felt so trapped in the crowd, I
got myself in a right old state.

But the crowd at Gautier
was like smelling salts.

Totally saved me from
going on.

Anyway, you've had your
chin done, haven't ya?

You astute fucker.

Uplift?

Sub-pectoral augmentation.

Behind the glands?

You can't tell. Have a feel.

Ah?

Uh.

- Mmm.
- Mmm

Yeah, really subtle.

This is a lovely
shade, Samantha.

You sure I'm okay using it?

Positive, Babes. I was going
to bin it. I'm into nudes now.

It's almost a nod to
our Nordic ancestors.

Spruce and greenery.

Shaman and desert dwellers
were mostly likely my ancestors.

And the closest they got to Europe was
the Dutch Jumbee coming after them.

Where's your glass, Anita?
Let's get you a top-up.

Why don't you pour her some of that
carpet cleaner she brought with her?

I've been vehemently
teetotal for three years now.

How's the practice doing, Nita?

Very well. Kept hold of
my clients at least.

In regression, you're actually recalling
previous times on this earth,

sometimes not even from this
planet at all actually.

Of course, you can't deal with every
past life in one session it takes time.

Fascinating stuff, that.

And, what about Jumbee?

Dark, shadowy figures
from the spirit world.

Shits me up, that, Nita.
I can't lie to you.

Our culture has an array of mystical
practices and healing modalities.

Clearly, I'm continuing
that ancestral line.

Great! Who's for a bit
of nutty cheddar?

Marcus? I've brought old Katherine
and some Rachel too if you'd prefer.

Sorry?

Oh, she names them
after her exes.

At least she doesn't
have tattoos.

No, I'm fine, thanks, Jo. I'm going
to stick with the liquid stuff.

You sure? Blodwyn was a
runner-up at Nantwich in 2012.

It's got a sticky exterior,
yet a beautiful floral taste.

Would go great with
what's that you're drinking?

Pernod.

Oh. Maybe not.

So, what's the gossip, McKenzie?
Anyone interesting on the horizon?

No, I'm just focusing on
myself for the time being,

doing a bit of personal growth.

The question is: who or what
will she be doing next?

Hugo, what do you know?

Only that there's a
smorgasbord of contenders.

No, there's not.
There's really not.

We've got a Scandi theme
going on here, haven't we?

All we need now is a plate of
rollmops and half a pint of mead.

Still keep in touch with Matteo, do
you, Samantha? I always liked him.

Have you been nosing
at my screen?

Yes. What is that
you're fingering away at?

Well, as some of you know, I've had
a bit of a life overhaul recently.

I finally quit that dingy haberdashery,
what with Jo's well, issue.

Yes, must be traumatic.

And, I've given up on men,

thanks to Kenz for introducing me
to this wonderful human being.

And so, I've decided
to become a novel-writer.

Oh, that's fantastic. Taking control
of your life. Good for you, Samantha.

Yeah, got a bit of a J K Rowling
thing going on, haven't I?

The book is all about
my life up to this point.

So, more in the vein
of E. L. James, then?

Who's he, babe?

No, never mind.

Jo's been a real
rock through it all.

Ayers Rock.

You've been beavering
away for weeks.

Never stops.

Does this little
pamphlet have a title?

Jumping Ship.

Jumping Ship.

Oh, Christ.

Wow.

I see what you've done there.

I'm gathering more
material all the time.

Well, if it's sex-fuelled
tales you're after,

you won't be getting
anything from me right now.

My attention is purely on
imperial LGBT propaganda.

Yawn, here we go again the queen
of Sochi rears her ugly head.

There's only one
queen here, Hugo.

And, I'm not anti-gay, but this culture
being pushed by mainstream is bollocks.

There's a real agenda dictating who
we should be and what we should say,

and I just don't go
along with that.

I mean, zoom back a bit.

Mainstream pushes this transgender
pan-binary shit, and it's fake.

It's false. It's culture creation,
and it's set up to destroy us.

Mainstream doesn't
give a fuck about us.

You should put
that in your book.

But don't you think those
issues are important?

Well, look, if it's on the front
pages, it's all just fear and control,

a distraction from the real
facts about who we are.

We all have a masculine
and a feminine energy.

Speak for yourself.

Sacred aspects of gender, and mainstream
are destroying this by controlling

our thinking, and then all that does is
leave us with depression and loneliness.

I was thinking more along the lines of
tit clamps and butt plugs, to be honest.

I think I will have some of
that cheese, actually, Jo.

Oooh, right you are. Let's gather
some logs while we're out, eh?

Oh, right.

If you're so inquisitive
and open-minded,

why don't we see what sordid
past lives you're hiding, mmm?

Anita, do your voodoo on her.

It's not voodoo.

Yeah, go on, Kenz,
it'll be a laugh.

Could be interesting.

Find yourself in a
comfortable position.

Your body's sinking into
the sofa beneath you.

Take three deep breaths

and let go.

Trust your first impression,

and look around you.

What do you see?

I see.

Hugo laughing at me.

Anita, I didn't say
a fucking word, I swear.

I can feel the judgment.
It's palpable.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

Why?

Well, it's funny. It's
just a bit of fun.

You're a fucking nightmare.

Before you tuck into that pile of lard,
I want to give you your presents now.

Surely we aren't gifting
until tomorrow?

Hugo's actually got a
flight to catch first thing.

- That's a shame.
- It's kind of a big business deal,

but I won't go into it just yet.

Oh, come on. Do tell.

Have you booked your taxi?

Yes, yes.

Six days in Barcelona pitching
a new concept to Tom Ford.

Then, I'm just going to shop
and fuck the rest of the time.

Oh, it sounds ideal.

Backtrack. So, I'm in the
dark room of union. It's 2 am.

I'm bollock naked, with a cocktail
in one hand and a cock in the other.

Before I know it,
a Greek Adonis named Costas,

wearing only a pair
of workman's boots,

strolls over to me and starts giving
it hell for leather from my behind.

All the while, I'm worried
about the mess my new McQueen

contrasting pants are going to
be in when all of this is over.

Then suddenly, a
lightbulb goes on.

Metaphoric vehicles.
Okay, you may open away.

Pants?

Not just any pants. Highly
absorbent magnetic lingerie.

Prototypes, of course,
but you get the idea.

Each pair lined with a highly
absorbent hygienic material

so that no matter where you are, day or
night, you can simply pop them open,

have a bit of fun, snap them close,
and then get on with whatever.

Oooh, takes the
hassle out of it.

Exactly. The brand is
called Why Hide?

because why hide from your
sexuality or your sex, right?

And, we're supposed
to try these on, are we?

Absolutely.

Damn right.

Oh God, I don't know about

Give me a twirl, you
chocolate goddess.

Come on.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah. Don't be shy, guys.
Anita's nailing it in here.

Christ, give me another shot and
we can re-enact The Accused. Yes.

Cuff me, bitch.

Show me the goods.

Oh. Love the lens,
because it's loving you.

Oh yes. Oh.

Right, come on, Marcus.

Don't be shy. You're
spearheading it for the heteros.

Show us those Y chromosomes.

Oh dear God.

Oh, yeah, baby.

Whe-hey. Get a load
of this, darlings.

Okay. Think of greasy
engines and Jodie Foster.

And, the piece de resistance.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

It's like a Basset Hound
has died on your chest.

Where's McKenzie?

Wait. Who-ho-hoa.

Oh.

You fucking minx.

Well, this is
humiliating, isn't it?

It looked a lot more
substantial in the box.

I defy you to wear plaid again.

You're going to put my under on.
In fact, you all are.

This is about sexual
expression, yeah?

Inclusivity being and doing
what you feel without barriers.

Get together.

Gorgeous.

Right, we're going to
need a lot more booze.

I just went and
puked in my fondue.

I think I know that
I just got off with Anita.

I'm a sexual warrior.

Bastet, Pathos, Rati,
I beseech you.

Someone clearly spiked
that bitch's wine.

I'm so glad you're here.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Oh God.

Ah.

I know you've avoided
talking about it all day,

but at least your
father loved you.

If we don't have partners
by the time we're 40,

let's buy houses next door to each other
so we can still hang out all the time,

and still go off gallivanting to
Sitges when we're old and saggy,

and share Ocado
deliveries every Wednesday.

Deal?

Yeah.

And, if your career belly flops
in a mammoth Jo-like fashion,

you can always be my
Filipina housemaid.

Oh.

Yeah.

You know, you're really getting
your shit together, aren't you?

Too many sugar daddies
make Hugo a dull boy.

You're standing on
your own two feet.

Might make your old mum retard.

Right. Definitely
time for sleep.

Oh, have a fag with me first.

Mmm-hmm. I feel sick. But I'll
see you when you get back.

Whatever, darling.

I heard the bells
on Christmas Day.

The world revolved
from night to day.

Hey.

Fuck.

Hey, Mally?

What are you do do you
need a hand with your wood?

I've got nothing better to do.

Fuck me. This was a mistake.

Oh, Jo is going to
have a seizure.

Yeah, you did that.

Shit.

You scuttled off
shortly afterwards.

Are you having a bloody laugh?

Merry Christmas.

Oh, give me a tea, Kenz.

Oh.

Had a party last night.

More like a bloody sacrifice.

I hope that's okay.
We'll clean everything up.

Ah, it's all right.
Squeeze it all in while you can.

Life's over before you know it.

I was up to all somewhat
out here when I was a lad.

You're John McKenzie's daughter

the one who Rose, isn't it?

Yeah. Long time ago.

Are you keeping all right?

Awful business when a
kiddie disappears.

I could hardly tell you two
apart. Has there been any?

He died two months ago.

Oh, grief is a funny old thing.

Affects people in different ways
some not so much, and then others.

Well, it's Christmas Day.

Only come out here to check
if everything's all right, mmm?

Bet you settled in nicely?

Thanks for stopping by.

Oh, no problem. Merry Christmas.

So, there's something
you don't know?

We've known each other since college, babe.
You've never said a word.

There was an investigation.

A missing person's enquiry.

But no evidence of abduction.

She just vanished.

Daisy was my twin.

She was just two
hours older than me.

I always hated the floral names.

I don't think my mum
ever got over it.

She just sat and stared
out the window all day.

I think she died of a
broken heart, really,

and not knowing
who's the killer.

Then, when she died,

Dad moved us,
and we never discussed it again.

I wish you'd told me, Kenz.

And, when Dad passed away,

memories of it started to
resurface in fragments.

I thought Hugo was leaving.

He has.

Well, he hasn't taken any
of his belongings with him.

What?

Hugo?

Hugo?

He's a real dick sometimes.
Why would he do this?

There you go.

Keep your energy up.

Jo, we've literally been
outside for three minutes.

A hungry worker is
useless out here.

Hugo?

Hugo?

We should be out there
on foot with them.

We'll cover more
ground in the car.

Marcus?

Oh no. Just no.

Shitting titters.

How many times did I say we
should have gone for the RAV4?

Hugo?

Hugo?

There's no way he's
walked this far.

You know what?

The little twat is probably licking
Bacardi off a Spaniard's arse by now.

Let's head back.

Yeah. You're right. Let's go.

Anything?

No. Nothing.

We didn't think you were back.

The car cut out and
we had to leave it.

I'll make us something
stronger, shall I?

Guys. Get up here.

The scrawny bastard
is still in here.

Hugo, get out here now.

Hugo. Look, if you
don't come out,

we're all going to try on your Vivienne
Westwoods, and none of us have showered.

What I didn't tell you
before is that I was with her.

When Daisy disappeared,
I was there.

We were 10.

Oh, McKenzie.

I tried to block it out
of my mind because

I couldn't sleep at night.

It just kept plaguing my mind.

So, I never felt like
she was really gone,

you know.

And, over time,

details of it faded until I can
barely remember it happening at all.

Then, when Dad died,

the memory crept back in.
It's more of a feeling.

This place.

What about it?

I booked this place because it's
the closest to where it happened.

We were stood right where she vanished
when we were searching for Hugo.

I know it.

And, this was hers.

What are you saying?

I don't know what I'm saying,

but it's all a bit of a fucking
coincidence, don't you think?

McKenzie, I can help you.

It's a form of
hypnosis using psychometry.

All objects hold a
form of memory.

But I must warn you:
it's potentially traumatic.

Anything.

Close your eyes.

I want you to take three slow,
deep breaths.

And feel yourself, just relax.

I don't like this. It's spooky.

Sssh. Where have you been?

Stuffing turkey.

As I count down,
I want you to follow my voice.

10, 9 You are in a safe place.

8, 7, and 6...

5 and 4

In a moment I'm going
to touch your hand.

When I do, you'll
go deeper still.

3, 2, and 1

You're now at the location and time
space of this important event.

How old are you?

10.

Look down at your feet.
Can you see them?

Yeah.

I'm on my bike.
There's other children here.

Friends.

We shouldn't be here.
We'll be told off.

Rose, where's Daisy?
Can you see her?

No, she's gone.

Where's she gone?

I don't know.

I want you to go back further,
just before she disappeared.

Rewind time like a video tape.
Can you do that?

I see her. She's there.

Excellent.

Now play the memory back with
all the details in sharp focus.

She needed the toilet,
and we were too far from home.

Then what happened?

She went behind she
didn't come back.

Behind where?

A stone.

Rose,

I want you to start walking towards
the stone. Can you do that?

I'm scared.

You are completely
safe in this place.

I want you to start
walking forwards.

Is she there?

I can't see behind.

Give yourself permission
to look behind the stone.

I don't want to.

You are strong, fearless,
and completely safe.

Look behind the stone.

Christ on a bloody bike.

God. He's relentless.

Come on now, Hugo pack it in.

Guys, look.

Hell's fire.

Fucking hell, Jo.

I always come prepared.

All right, fucktards.
Come on out!

What happened?

The car's been vandalized.

Just give me a minute.

Are you okay?

It's not Hugo's style.

I mean, he's an unscrupulous little
bitch, but he wouldn't do that.

The man can't survive
under 20 degrees,

let alone puncture a
Michelin 7.5 singlehandedly.

Yeah, well, look, the fire's gone
out, and we still need to stay warm.

Come on then, Marcus. I guess a
worker's hands are never clean.

We need to maintain a stable
environment for McKenzie right now.

She's just come through a deep and
traumatic hypnosis far too quickly.

It's not healthy for her mind.

The current situation isn't exactly
healthy for anyone's mind, Anita.

I never leave the valley
without my craftsman.

You never know when a hex
wrench may come in handy.

If I'm brutally honest, Marcus, needle
nose pliers were my first love.

Oh, well, I've always been partial to
a magnetic tipped screwdriver myself.

Was that Kenz?

Babe, are you all right?

I feel like I'm potholing in a
back passage in Libanus.

I love going below, I do. But I have
a twinge of sciatica in my back now.

Barrel up.

Jesus.

You're bound to feel a little
skittish. Just try to relax.

We found Hugo. He's outside.

He's dead.

What?

He's by the woodpile.

How did it happen?

I don't know.

What do we do?

Bring him inside!

Oh my God!

Could he be unconscious?

It's hypothermia.
We need to call a doctor.

Okay. We have no form
of communication,

and no way out of here
other than on foot.

Two choices remain: we either
wait here until morning,

or we all leave together now and
try and find the nearest village.

The latter sounds like suicide.

Yeah, well, someone is quite clearly out
there, and they know we're in here.

We're sitting ducks.

We're not leaving.

We could get lost on the moors.

I'm with Kenz. We sit tight.
We've got food and warmth here.

Me too.

Me three.

All right.

Then I think I should
take the rifle.

You can go fuck
yourself, Marcus.

I'm a licensed firearms handler, and
I'm bloody lethal. How about you?

I just think we'd feel safer if

Is this about my aim or my vag?

Because I can assure you that
both are in tiptop working order.

How are you holding up?

I'm going to pack his things.

How did he die?

I don't know.

There wasn't a mark on him.

McKenzie hasn't been herself
since we arrived here.

What do you mean by that?

Oh, shit...

Shit!

McKenzie, they're insane.

What?

There's somebody downstairs.

I don't know what kind of sick game is
being played, but they're lying to you.

I don't?

I don't understand.

They fucking drugged me
and I woke up like this.

You just get the gun off Jo.

This was her idea.

What? Why?

I don't know. They're not who
we thought they were, McKenzie.

They're part of some weird cult.

I heard them whispering.

We're not safe here.

Okay, come with me.

No. If I go downstairs,
they'll know you know.

Just make sure Jo
doesn't have the gun.

Okay. Okay.

You have no idea what trauma
such as this can do to a person,

and she's really been through the
wringer these past few months.

Oh, your concern is almost convincing,
but it's a bit bloody late.

How dare you? I am
genuinely concerned.

All done?

Your head is so
far up your arse,

I'm surprised you haven't asked
Jo to borrow a head torch.

What a novelty that would be,
to have something inside me.

Oh, you can't blame me for that.
Jesus Christ!

You despise me most of the time.

I can imagine what you're going

What are you doing, Kenz?

Dining room. Now!

That's a loaded gun
that you've got there.

Go!

Do you know what? I don't
know who you are anymore.

What's your bloody problem?

My problem? I think
it's your problem.

Oh, she can do no
fucking wrong in your eyes.

Oh my God.

Back in there.

What the hell's going on?

Kenz, what are you doing?

Just sit down, Jo.

McKenzie, I need you to
take three deep breaths.

Shut the fuck up, Anita.

Grab those and tie everyone up.

I'm sorry?

Stay the fuck away from me.
I know what you've done.

McKenzie, we haven't done anything.
You need to tell us what's going on.

Tie them tight.

McKenzie, no. You're
traumatized, bab.

Yeah, no shit. Thanks to you!

Anita, tell her what you said to me
earlier. Babe, it's the hypnosis.

Oh, really? What fucked up
so-called friends you all are.

You're not tying me up.

Do it!

Sit down.

Hands behind your head.

Don't fucking move.

Hugo!

I told you!

Kenz!

Yeah. I found him.

Hugo, I've got the gun! Find this
cult on Craigslist, did you?

Why would you do this to us?

You're just so fucking
miserable in your own lives,

you have to come and
fucking ruin ours.

What have we done?

I found him! He's upstairs!
He told me what you did!

McKenzie, he's in the kitchen.

Oh, really?

Fuck.

I spoke to him, upstairs.

Who? Who's upstairs?

Kenz, please untie us.

Jesus!

My God!

Kenzie, get us off
these fucking chairs!

What the hell did
you see up there?

Hugo. Alive.

Marcus, get the nine iron.

He was there.
I swear, he was as real as you.

The spirit world.

What?

I'm sorry, McKenzie. You saw large
stones where your sister vanished.

Anita, please.

Were menhirs, standing stones
used for ancient worship.

I don't need this
information in my head.

We weren't a religious
family though.

Many believe they open a portal into
another dimension, for human sacrifice.

I swear to God, Anita, I will
slap you if you don't shut up.

Ignore it.

All right, fucker show yourself.

Guys?

Sam, wait.

There's a message.

Feeling trapped by LBD?

Lesbian Bed Death?

Samantha!

Babe! Help me get
her out of here!

Pull harder!

Harder!

Anita!

It's Kwaku Anansi.
It's Kwaku Anansi!

Oh my God. Sammy? No! Oh.

Anita, who is Anansi?

My grandmother used to tell me folk
tales from Ghana about Kwaku Anansi,

a spirit who could take the
form of man or arachnid.

Sometimes both.

It wasn't meant to scare. Anansi
was a storyteller and a trickster.

But it terrified
me my whole life.

And, that's what
you saw out there?

And, I saw Hugo.

Well, something is truly
fucking with us, isn't it?

Whatever's doing this,
it's getting in our minds.

It knows our fears and
it's using that against us.

Well, Sammy wasn't frightened
of a bloody sofa bed.

No, but she was claustrophobic.

And, what was Hugo afraid of?

Being alone.

Right. Well, if you saw it, Anita,
I can bloody well aim for it.

You can't open that
door. You just can't!

Anita, if we leave now,

we can get the tyre changed and we
can get the fuck out of here, okay?

This is all my fault.

I'm so sorry.

You know how to book a holiday,
Kenz, I'll give you that.

You were listening to your intuition.
We don't do it enough.

Closure. We all need it, bab.

Your sister was communicating
with you from beyond.

Frequency is released
through DNA.

It finds its way back to us
through the etheric plane.

He's here! He's right there!

What are you doing? Anita?

Are you okay?

My wife just tried to kill me.

She didn't mean it. Honest.

I messed up.

Jo, what happened?

It's empty.

Okay, take it easy.
Breathe slowly, okay?

They make big balls here.
I just make cheese for a living.

Where's your spur?

It's in my fanny pack,
in the glove compartment.

Can you stand?

Yeah. I think
I just gave myself a fright.

Okay. You okay?

Yeah.

Marcus, I'll find Anita.
You get Jo's car jacked up.

I'm all right. I can do this.

Did you hear that?

No, let's go, Kenz.

McKenzie?

Marcus, you find
Anita. I need to know.

Know what?

She's here.

No, McKenzie we've
got to go now!

It's fine. This is why
I came, okay? Just go.

Just go!

Anita?

You are in a calm
and tranquil place.

Nothing can harm you here.

Anita?

Anita? Open the door!
For God's sakes, open the door!

Oh, for God's sakes,
Anita, open the door!

Jesus fucking Christ!

Oh no!

Daisy?

Oh my God!

All right, buddy?

She's

Anita? She? I'm so sorry.

Kenz?

I can't believe you're here.

Are you real?

Of course, I am.
Of course, I am.

What happened to you?
You just vanished.

I don't know.
Long have I been down here?

The owners of this place, they took me.
They did things to me, bad things.

I just want to see mom and dad.

Oh, Daisy.

Kenz?

We need to go now.

Kenz?

Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow wow

Kids laughing

Fat Joey Fat Joey, can't get his shirt
on, fat Joey, can't get his shirt on.

They never stopped
looking for you.

But Mum just couldn't
take it anymore.

Let's make a promise,

to never split up ever again,
McKenzie, okay?

Promise me?

What?

Don't leave me.

What did you say?

Don't leave me again.

What is it?

Ah, you really sucked me in there.
I was only ever Rose to Daisy.

Flowerpot kids. Remember?

She would. So, who
the fuck are you?

Jo?

It's in here. Jo?

McKenzie?

Open the door! Jo!
Open the fucking door!

Jo, it's Marcus!
It's in him! Jo!

McKenzie?

Open the fucking
door! Open the door!

What the fuck was down there?

Go! Go!

Are you shitting me?

What do you want?

Conceal your fear.

No. Go here, go this way now.
No, down there.

It's okay. Come on.

Jo's outside. She's
waiting for us.

No. She came back
in here to look for you.

Christ. We have to
get out of here.

I can't. It wants me next.
But you have to leave.

Marcus, shut up.
We're going together. No buts.

Fuck.

God.

You have to make
a run for safety without me.

We'll find Jo, and
then we can all go

You're dead if you don't.

What do you mean?

I can't watch you die, McKenzie.

Losing you

that's my ultimate fear.

Come on. Come on!

Go.

Come on!

Go.

No, no!

McKenzie, run! Run!

Darling, I think I'm ready
to give us another try.

Jo?

Shit!

Fuck me sideways!

You always said never
to look back, Dad.

But I did.

And now, I wish I didn't,
because there's nothing there.

Daisy? If you can hear me now,
please help me.

I'm sorry they took you. I'm so sorry.
The guilt kills me every day.

And, it killed Mum too.
You were her first, remember?

I saw the grief in her eyes
every day until she died,

so please help me now.

Please.

McKenzie?

How do I know that's really you?

Trust me.

How can I?

The first time
we met was three years ago.

You came to my practice with
that little Pomeranian, Stevie.

And, the look of
panic on your face,

because she'd swallowed
a chocolate, was

was amazing.

It was a Minstrel, I think.

I fed her charcoal.

You talked about how you'd
lost your inspiration to draw.

And, that was the first time that
your dad was diagnosed with cancer.

Marcus, you're the
nicest man I've ever met.

You're like a father to me.

But this thing, whatever it is,
it's not going to let us both live.

You know that.

That's why we have
to leave this place.

It's not going to let us leave.

And, the feelings you have for me
are putting us both in danger.

You said it yourself.

McKenzie, I can't
stop how I feel.

Then we're both dead,
because it's either you or me.

Don't you dare stop
fighting, okay?

And, don't ever change.

Because you are amazing.

I won't.

Okay, Daisy, I'm here.

No, you come here.

Let me show you.

I can't, because you're dead.

Why are you doing this to me?

Let me show you.

No! Stop! Wait!
Wait, stop! Stop! Wait!

Where the hell did
you come from?

Just drive. Please hurry!

We need to call the police.
Just go to any village.

They're gone.

They're all gone!

Are you listening?

All my friends are dead!

Where are you going?
You're going back to the house!

You can't! No! I
need to get out! Oh!

Oh, Nice taste, love. Yeah.

Come on, my beauty.

Oh, fuck.

Six. The number of perfection.

My gratitude, as ever,
o Dark Lord of the Underworld.

And, that, my friends, is the
true meaning of Boxing Day Blues.