[logo chimes]
[logo crackles]
[eerie music]
[eerie music continues]
[phone vibrates]
[tense music]
- Seriously, guys?
Nice tooth emoji.
[creaking]
[eerie music continues]
[tense music]
[keys rattling]
[tense music]
[eerie music continues]
[tense music]
[growling]
[eerie music]
[door slides]
[Abigail sighs]
[fast clicking]
[eerie music continues]
[keys rattling]
[tense music]
[Abigail gasps]
[suspenseful music]
[Abigail choking]
[groans]
[Abigail shrieks]
[Abigail whimpering]
[flesh squelches]
[Abigail grunts]
[glass squeaking]
[drill whirring]
[Abigail whimpering]
[drill whirring]
[eerie music]
[teeth squelching]
[wind blowing]
[birds singing]
[indistinct chatter]
- Why would it be like that?
- Oh, yes.
- So, what are you
doing later on?
- I've got coursework.
- Oh, no, come on fob that off.
- No, you know I'm
behind on it, Orson.
- Well, what if I come
help with the coursework?
- Yeah, alright.
- Yeah?
- Be nice?
- Yeah.
- No, me neither.
[she laughs]
How could anyone?
[chuckling]
- Stop.
- Hey!
- Hey, how's class?
- I don't know.
- You guys never go.
- What?
- It was her, okay?
- We went.
- I wanted to go, and then...
- I don't...I really don't.
I don't get it.
- He's so boring.
- Look, look.
- Timmy!
- Is he coming?
- I'm coming, I'm coming, Jesus!
- Hurry up!
- Got another one in.
- Oh my God.
- So where are we going tonight?
- Who said you were
invited, Timmy?
- Alright, someone's
got the hump.
- Well, Clarissa and
I have booked the London
Eye for next week.
Anyone want to join us?
- Mm.
Ooh, 135m up.
What could I get up to?
- There's no way
I'm going to be suspended
in a glass coffin.
- Nah! Come on.
We got to get you over
your fear of heights.
- I'll stay on the
ground, thanks.
You go and bring one of
your girlfriends with you.
- Okay.
Didn't mean to strike a nerve.
- Why don't we just hit our
usual spot tonight, you know?
Oh, I gotta get in some
piano practice first, though.
- Oh, yeah.
More like thumping
the ivories, you mean.
Da da da da
da da da da.
- I mean, that is kind
of how I felt recently.
- Well, I'm gonna
get a workout in.
Keep these pregnant swans going.
- More like deflated
ducks, mate.
- You should try
it sometime, Timmy
- I am a natural born Adonis.
- Of course.
- I'll have you know.
- I'm gonna go and meditate.
See you guys in a few hours.
- Sounds good.
- Right, I am gonna go see
where Jaden's got himself to.
Catch you guys in a
couple of hours, yeah?
- Bye.
- See you in a bit.
- Walk you home?
- Oh, I'd rather not.
- Oh! So rude.
- [laughs] Come on.
[horn honks]
[keyboard clacking]
[phone ringing]
[ambient office sounds]
- Sir, the superintendent has
been on the phone with the Di.
He wants to know if
there's any update to the
Abigail Freight case.
- Nothing as yet.
Maybe you can cast your eyes
over the case file for me.
I might be missing something.
- Sure, I'll let you know
if I find anything.
- Cheers.
[indistinct chatter]
Hey, Stu, you know any crazy
tooth pullers out there?
You know, the kind that
enjoy inflicting pain on you
whilst you're sat in
the orthodontic chair?
- That's all of them, isn't it?
[Mullen chuckles]
- You remember those
chattering teeth toys?
You used to wind them
up and they'd move around
like crazy buggers.
- Oh, God, I remember them.
Yeah, weird little things.
Why do you ask?
- Well, it's this
case I'm working on.
One was found at
the crime scene.
The young girl's face looked
been put in a blender.
- Have you contacted like local
toy manufacturers?
I mean, surely they can help.
- Yeah, but there's no
manufacturers number on the toy.
- I'm sure you know I've
been assigned to this case.
- Yeah.
- I'll see what I can do.
- Alright. Good, good.
[background music]
- Isn't it kind of
eerie being in here?
- [Donnie] Yeah.
It just...It feels
smaller, you know?
- [Niykee] I swear
he's a problem.
- [Timmy] Turn it down.
[Donnie chuckles]
- Have you guys spoken
to Jaden recently?
- [Niykee] No, have you?
- No.
I heard he got taken in
for questioning last night.
- Jaden can be aggressive,
but he doesn't have it
in him to m*rder someone,
especially Abigail.
- It definitely wasn't Jaden.
Some maniac on the loose and
it could be someone we know.
- I'm...I'm about to be 21,
but I feel about 42.
I just wish this
year would fly by.
- Hey, don't worry
about your birthday.
I already sorted it.
- You know, Abigail
had something big
planned for my big day.
She was so excited
about it and...
now she's gone.
- Probably will try and get
[indistinct] that day.
I can't lie.
I've been going on
a mad one recently.
- You have, actually.
[indistinct]
- Isn't that Jaden?
I thought he was arrested.
- Short space of time.
[footsteps tapping]
Look who it is.
- But I thought
he'd been taken in.
- I thought so too.
Did you hear what happened?
- Hey, let's, um.
Let's try and focus
on the positives.
We need to stick together.
- Hey, how are you going?
- [Jaden] Hey, man.
God.
[sighs]
my mouth tastes like the
bottom of a birdcage.
Any of you lot want a drink?
- All good.
- Nah.
- Alright.
You alright, mate?
Could I grab a beer, please?
Any one will do.
[rock music continues in
background]
[bottles clinking]
That's for 4.50.
- Cheers.
[till rattling]
[coins rattling]
- [whispers] I'm not doing it.
- Do it, do it.
[Jaden clears throat]
- Here, don't worry
about him, Jaden.
Don't know what
he's talking about.
- Yeah. Nah, nah.
Yeah.
- So, um,
how have things been lately?
- Repetitive.
- We've all missed having
you around lately.
- Thanks, Niykee,
I appreciate that.
- Arsenal are doing well.
You must be well happy
with their form.
- It's about time, though.
[glasses clinking]
- Hey, watch what you're doing?
- Christ!
Hothead. [laughter]
- That was Abigail's spot.
- The last two weeks...
They've been a living
nightmare for me.
Just replaying the same
thing over and over again.
- Are you ready to talk
about that night yet?
- She was just lying there.
Lifeless.
I should have been there.
I should have protected her.
All I could do was call
the police and wait.
I just stared at
this little toy.
- Don't worry, Jaden.
We'll get through this.
- What toy, Jaden?
- I don't know.
It was just some weird
teeth chattering thing.
- You alright now then?
- I just spend all my time
constructing a list of suspects.
I think it helps with the grief.
- You should be
going home, resting
before you start
playing, detective.
- Thank you, Niykee,
but I don't need to be taking
anyone's advice right now.
- Right. Uh, well,
on that note,
we all got to be up
early in the morning, so...
Oh, and I have some
things to attend to.
- Don't come in hanging.
We all know how you are.
[Niykee chuckles]
- Right, I'll see
you two tomorrow.
[laughter]
Bright and late.
- Okay. Well, um.
Yeah, I think I'm going to
be heading off soon, too.
I've got tons of
coursework to do.
- Don't give a crap about
uni work at the minute.
- I think that's
all of us, Donnie.
- I'm just tired.
Just super tired.
- Do you want some
company on the way home?
- Yeah, actually.
But as long as you promise
not to drag your heels.
- I promise.
[eerie music]
[eerie music continues]
[fast rattling]
[rattling continues]
[eerie music continues]
[rattling continues]
[rattling getting louder]
[teeth chattering]
- What is this place?
[eerie music]
[fast rattling]
[teeth chattering]
[eerie music continues]
[eerie music]
[drill whirring]
[Timmy screams]
[Timmy sobbing]
[drill whirring]
[Timmy shouting]
[tense music]
[Timmy grunting]
[indistinct]
f*ck yourself!
[drill whirring]
[Timmy groans]
[eerie music]
[drill whirring]
[flesh squelching]
[ambient office noise]
[phone rings]
- Detective Mullen speaking,
how can I help?
- [Portillo] Hi, detective.
It's Superintendent
Portillo here.
You need to get yourself
down to the old cellar
at Pursuer Street right away.
- Not another one.
- I'm afraid so.
DC Townsend is already here.
- I'm on my way.
[camera snapping]
- What have you got?
- You don't want
to go back there.
- So, what have I missed?
- Another mutilation.
His name's Timmy Beckwidth.
Used to be close friends
with Abigail Freight.
- He seems to be targeting
a specific group.
It's our job to find out why.
- This was found at the scene.
- If there's a scintilla of DNA,
I want it traced immediately.
This guy is playing with us, and
I'm not in the mood for games.
- Looks like a man
made death trap.
Your man had no chance.
- Any sign of a
mobile phone on him?
- No, not yet.
They think it's confiscated.
- Okay, thanks.
Keep me in the loop
over everything.
- Will do.
- We're gonna need to
put a trace on friends
phones at all times.
- I'm on it.
- Alright.
I'd better go and tell
Timmy's family the bad news.
[eerie music]
[drill whirring]
[eerie music continues]
- Oh, er...
I wasn't even that
interested in this anyway.
You can have it if you want.
- Oh, no, it's fine.
You got there first.
- Uh, I'm Jaden, by the way.
That...That's my name.
- Abigail.
I'll tell you what.
When you're finished
with the book,
maybe you can give me a call.
I could be next in line.
- Yeah, yeah, deal.
Uh, there's...
I mean, I can get your number.
- Sure.
[bag unzips]
Don't take too long will you?
[message chimes]
[tense music]
[eerie music]
[buttons clicking]
[fast rattling]
[wind blows]
[breathing heavily]
[eerie music]
[eerie music]
[evil laughter]
[evil laughter]
[music intensifies]
- This isn't the time
to be messing around.
[fast rattling]
[teeth chattering]
[eerie music continues]
[teeth chattering]
[phone vibrating]
[dramatic music]
[Niykee gasping]
[body thuds]
[phone vibrating]
[drill whirring]
[flesh squelching]
[eerie music]
- Another one?
- Dog walker called it
in at 7:03 this morning.
- Any sign of the perpetrator?
- No, nothing.
Cause of death was a
laceration to the throat.
Blade managed to hit
the carotid artery,
so it would have been
over quite quickly.
- What the hell was she doing up
here in the first place, anyway?
- We don't know
what led her here
yet.
Listen, some things
are better left unseen.
Right, I'm heading
back to the office.
Good luck.
[footsteps tapping]
[bird calling]
[Townshend exhales]
[bodybag unzips]
[tense music]
[baby crying]
- [Woman's voice] Stop it.
Stop it!
Stop crying.
Stop crying, Alden.
[tense music continues]
[baby crying]
[eerie music]
[indistinct chatter]
- Who did this? Huh?
Come on then.
Which one of you
little pricks did this?
Is this your artwork
on my locker?
- What are you
gonna do about it?
- Does every girl you
get with end up dead?
- What?
What did you just f*cking say?
- Calm down, Jaden!
- He's not worth it.
- Say that again!
Say that again, I dare you.
- [Donnie] It's not
worth it, Jaden!
- [Jaden] Prick!
- What the hell's going on here?
Shouldn't you all
be in lectures?
- He's not worth it.
[Jaden sighs]
I don't know what that was,
but I definitely saved
you from being expelled.
- It would have been
f*cking worth it.
That little piece of sh*t is
gonna get what's coming to him.
Because when I'm done, he will
never mention Abigail again.
- So you would have
thrown away a law degree for
some jealous lackey.
- Oh, it's not
about him, Donnie.
I miss her.
- We all do, Jaden,
think about what Abigail
would have wanted for you.
[Jaden scoffs]
- Hey, Donnie's right.
You know, Abigail wouldn't have
wanted any of this for you.
- She is the only thing
I think about.
- Are you okay?
Don't mind him,
he just needs time.
- I hope you're right.
We need him back.
[Clarissa sighs]
[eerie music]
- Can I help you?
- Teeth toy.
I haven't seen
them for a while..
Do you sell many of them?
- No,
we don't sell them here.
Suggest you try somewhere else.
- Sorry, I didn't
want to buy it.
It just caught my
eye, that's all.
- Mm-hm.
- Anyway, thanks for your help.
[eerie music]
[breathing heavily]
["Sightseer" by Outpost 3 plays]
- [DJ] That was Outpost 3
with 'Sightseer.'
I'm DJ Howie here on this
Friday evening on talkers FM.
Later on the show we'll
have a very special guest
from the world of film.
But first, here's the 6:00
news with James Burton.
- [Burton] Good evening.
Tarkers Valley police have
confirmed a body was discovered
in the early hours of
this morning in Recton.
The identity has been confirmed
as 21 year old Niykee Degg,
who was also friends with the
other two recent victims.
Police Superintendent Portillo
is scheduled to attend
a press conference
later on this evening,
and has asked anyone to come
forward with any information
that they feel may
help with the case.
- Turn that thing off.
Tarkers Valley police
has confirmed...
- We're being made
to look incompetent.
And I've got the
hierarchy on my back.
We need each other
more than ever now.
- I've been going through
the evidence files all night.
It's only a matter of time now.
- We don't have time.
Superintendent has been
on my case from day one.
And if anyone has
any new evidence,
I need to hear it now.
I need everyone's focus
on this case from now on.
Alright?
- Oh.
No, I've got it.
Good work, well done.
Boss, we have just received
some very good news
regarding some evidence
from the latest crime scene.
- I'll bet it's that g*dd*mn
toy, tell me I'm right.
- You must be psychic.
An identical toy has
been located in the flea
market in Worthing.
We have DC Townsend
to thank for this.
- I knew it.
I knew they'd slip up.
Give me that address.
[paper rustling]
[shop bell rings]
Nice shop.
You been here long?
- About 20 years.
It's been good to
me and my wife.
Kept us afloat, you know.
How can I help you, sir?
- My name is Detective Mullen.
This
is classified evidence.
We've had three murders
recently in Brighton,
and this toy is found
at every crime scene.
Apparently, it comes
from your shop.
What's that you say, sir?
- Uh.
This was not sold in my shop.
- You're telling me you've
never seen this before?
You're a liar.
- I said it wasn't
sold in the shop.
And that is the truth.
You see this toy?
I made it for my adopted son.
It was never sold to the public.
But yes, I know what it is.
My adopted son's
name is Alden Pick.
He has a rare oral
disease called Anodontia.
Have you heard of it, detective?
- I can't say I have,
but I guess I'm
going to find out.
Basically, you're all gums.
He doesn't even have
a tooth to his name.
But over the years,
it became like an unhealthy
obsession for him.
- Where can I find
your son, Mr. Pick?
Please don't lie to me.
- Call me Alfie.
But I'm afraid I'm the
bearer of bad news.
He was sectioned into a
psychiatric institute years ago,
but he escaped.
No one has seen him since.
- I'm going to need the address
of that psychiatric institute,
please, Alfie.
[pen scribbling]
- He was always a lovely boy.
He would often come into the
shop and help me for hours,
just working.
He loved carpentry and...
was fascinated by all
the different tools
and how to use them.
- So what went wrong?
My wife and I,
we tried to make
him feel normal.
We even bought him a
replacement denture implant.
- He was your son.
That's what all
parents would do.
- Well...
He found his adoption papers
and just went berserk.
- That's tough.
I guess that explains
his mental deterioration.
- He had a love
for Middle Italy.
There was a clan there
that also had no teeth.
But the leader,
they would remove the
teeth from their victims
and then execute them
in the most barbaric fashion.
The tooth would be placed
in some kind of mouthpiece,
like a tribal ritual.
Alden was obsessed
with the Dante's clan.
- That reminds me.
I need to get my
root canal fixed.
Thanks your time, Alfie.
[shop bell rings]
[car engine rumbling]
[car alarm beeps]
[keyboards clacking]
- How can I help?
- Detective Mullen, I need
to speak with the manager.
It's urgent.
- Sure, I'll try his
line for you now.
- [Mullen] Thanks.
- Would you mind signing
in for me, please?
- It's okay, Rick,
I've got this alright.
Hello there.
I'm Doctor Huxley.
After the manager?
- Yeah,
- Okay, You're
after Ray Peterson.
Follow me.
- Thanks for your time.
- You're welcome.
Alden Pick?
I need to know what
happened the day he escaped.
And any other information
that may be useful.
It's part of an ongoing
investigation back in Brighton.
- I'm not sure if you're
aware of this, detective,
but Alden doesn't
actually speak.
His disease doesn't
allow him to do so.
He generally uses his phone
to communicate with us.
- I'm aware of his
oral condition,
and of the dentist clan.
- Dentist clan?
Yes, Chaz Porter
brought them up earlier.
- Who is Chaz Porter, exactly?
- He's the one
eyeballing us now.
He's very troubled.
[footsteps tapping]
- He doesn't seem
too approachable.
Seems intimidated
by my presence.
- Yeah, well, Chaz recently
cut out part of his tongue.
He suffers from a rare disorder
called Cherone syndrome.
Erm, do you know
what that is, or?
- I've been hearing a lot
about diseases recently.
What is that?
- In short, it's a
scaly, crocodile-like
tongue that itches
and constantly
causes discomfort.
- Sounds horrific.
- Mhm, well, Chaz is also
Alden's best friend.
Speaking of which.
[knocks on door]
Good luck, detective.
I hope you find what
you're looking for.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Hello, Chaz.
- Detective Mullen.
[door closes]
- Mind if I take a seat?
- Please go ahead.
What's the reason for
your visit, Detective?
- Alden Pick.
I understand he
recently escaped.
- He did indeed.
He attacked a member
of staff and somehow
got ahold of his pass.
We've increased our security
measures since then.
- Makes sense.
Any idea on his whereabouts?
- I have absolutely no idea.
This might be what
you're looking for.
[drawer slides]
Sad, isn't it?
Alden would wear that mouth
guard pretty much all day.
He's got a...
terrible complex
about his condition.
- I wasn't going to
suggest he was a boxer.
- You know what, detective?
Just there in your hand.
You had about 700 different
species of bacteria.
- So who are these
two people, then?
- This picture was stuck
to his wall in his room.
Used to stare at it for hours.
Never did find
out who they were.
- Looks like Alden's
not that keen on them.
- Why are you here, detective?
I mean, I want Alden
back as much as you,
but come on,
let me in a bit.
- We believe Alden
is responsible
for murdering
three young adults.
A chattering teeth toy
was found at every scene,
and it's led me here.
- Alden doesn't seem the type.
Besides, do you have
any concrete evidence?
Are you going on the basis
of a chattering teeth toy?
The reputation of this
institution means a
lot to me, detective.
- My duty, my priority is
to keep people alive.
- Until he attacked
a member of staff,
Alden was timid.
He seemed like the last person
you'd expect to pose a threat.
- They all seem like that,
Ray, until they suddenly snap.
- He's a quiet man.
And not just because he's
got the inability to speak,
but in his general demeanour.
We do our best to keep everyone
on track, but it's not easy.
We're a very short
staffed at the moment.
- That's healthcare for you.
So...
what was the plan
with Alden then?
Keeping him safe here
until he was ready to
re-enter the real world?
- Anodontia is a very
rare condition and very
difficult to treat.
Scientists are making
a breakthrough,
and soon they'll be able
to grow new teeth in a lab.
We are responsible and
primarily concerned for
his mental well-being.
- Without being
disrespectful, Ray, it doesn't
seem to have worked.
- Well,
there's always private
healthcare, isn't there?
[Mullen chuckles]
- That's all for today, Ray?
Thanks for your time.
- Likewise, detective.
I hope you find him soon.
- Cheers.
[door closes]
Hi, Mick.
How close are you to getting
those adoption papers?
- [Mick] Little bit tougher
than expected, sir.
- No pressure, but if you
could get your hands on them,
the closer will be
to cracking the case.
- [Mick] I'm at the council
office,
so I'm expecting to
give you them soon.
- Well that's good to know.
Remember to remain tight-lipped.
[bottle top squeaks]
[liquid pours]
- You okay, sir?
- Read this out to me.
- Dentist clan?
- Yeah.
- The dentist clan
were a formidable clan from
middle aged Italy
who would adopt and take
in any abandoned civilians
and protect them.
Their leader would
remove a singular tooth from
rival clans' mouths.
Their most feared clan was
called the Privilegium clan.
And was led by the rival
brother of their own clan.
- This is all about
abandonment and vengeance.
Do you not see
what's going on here?
- Not quite with you, sir.
I'll explain later, Stu.
In the meantime,
I gotta be somewhere else.
- Ooh, stop that, you sound
like an annoying squirrel.
No, stop!
[Donnie laughs]
- You know one of the things
I love about you most.
You're not afraid to
call me out on anything.
- I do have this rotten
feeling he's gonna come
for us next, though,
if you think about it.
- The only thing
that's going to happen
is you're going to be another
year older soon.
Your 21st birthday party
is going to be epic.
- Well, thanks for reminding me.
I do quite enjoy being the
experienced one anyway.
If he did come for us,
he'd have to deal with me.
He'll be caught soon
and this'll all be over.
- I do have to tell
you something, though.
I don't think it
can wait any longer.
I think Jaden might
be hiding something.
I peeped through his
locker the other day
and I found a photo
of Abigail and Craig.
- What?
- Yeah.
- No.
There has be an explanation.
Abigail wouldn't go
anywhere near Craig.
She hated him.
- Yeah, but it's not just that.
Like, have you not
noticed how aggressive
Jaden's been recently?
He just seems a bit unstable.
- I had noticed.
He's been through so much.
If the police thought
he was responsible,
they would have arrested him.
- I guess.
[kisses]
[shivering]
- Temperature's
dropped suddenly.
Come on, let's go inside.
[eerie music]
[knocking on door]
- Hello, sir,
I'm DCI Mullen.
This is Di Thomas.
All right if we come
in for a moment?
- Please take a seat.
Uh, this is my wife, Deborah.
- Hello.
- Hi.
- What's this about?
- I recently had the pleasure
of visiting the Tarkers Valley
psychiatric institution.
And we now think we
know who's responsible
for the m*rder of
your son's friends.
His name is Alden Pick,
and he suffers from a rare oral
condition called anodontia.
- We also believe he may
even have an accomplice.
- I know who this is.
I mean, me and my husband,
we know who that is.
He's our son.
We gave him up for adoption
when he was 18 months old.
We couldn't cope at the
time with his disease.
- Go on.
- We spent many days in
hospital with him after he
was diagnosed with CMT.
He would get these mouth
sores like you've never seen
and the crying was exhausting.
I was too young.
- Is this the two of you?
- Yeah, that's me and Clive.
- I thought as much.
I think I know what's going on.
- That's not all.
There was something not
quite right with our son.
He was so pale.
And he possessed a
melancholy cry like nothing
you've heard before.
- He's paying us back, isn't he?
- It does appear that way, yes.
- Alden seems to be copying
some crazed ideology
from a clan called The Dentist.
And he's also amassed
a little tooth collection.
- Will Donnie have some sort
of protection, detective?
- Well, we're hoping
for some sort of 24-hour
covert surveillance
on the property, Mrs. Slattery.
In the meantime,
if you can think of anything
that you might think is useful,
please let me know.
[door opens]
[door closes]
- We're gonna have
to tell Donnie.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Donnie?
Donnie.
- Are you two not talking
anymore or something?
- Now take a seat, sir.
- [Donnie] So,
what is it that you
wanted to tell me?
- There's something
we haven't told you.
And now it's time
you knew the truth.
- What, my real name's Donald?
This serious tone
doesn't suit you both.
Come on, what is it?
Who the hell is this baby?
- That baby is
your older brother.
We gave him up for adoption
when he was 18 months old.
He was born with a
rare oral condition.
And me and your mother,
we couldn't deal
with it at the time.
Donnie.
He was different,
but for all the wrong reasons.
- Why are you
telling me this now?
- He is the m*rder*r, Donnie,
your brother.
He's the one going
after your friends.
And it's because of
me and your father.
He's going after
you to punish us.
- We won't let
anything happen to you.
Just put yourself in our shoes.
We didn't ask for any of this.
- Neither did I.
- I will fix this.
[door closes]
It is my duty and my
right as a father,
to protect my son.
- We can't let him
go out like this.
- Don't worry, I have
tracked his phone.
He'll be safe.
- Hey.
- Hey, can I get a
white wine, please?
- [Bartender] Sure.
[indistinct chatter]
- I think my dress is a
little bit over the top.
- Well, I'm so glad that
you picked this dress.
- Oh, hi, how are you?
- Happy birthday.
- Thank you so much.
You look gorgeous.
Hi, how are you doing?
It's so good to see you.
Oh my God, what is all this?
- Sure you should be here?
[indistinct chatter]
- My goodness,
you look stunning.
I'll catch you later, okay?
- Catch you later.
- I'll see you.
- Okay.
- Jaden.
- So what's the occasion? Huh?
- I wonder? [laughs]
- Good to see you.
- Good to see you, J.
- Oh, I can't believe
Outpost 3 is here tonight.
You know, Donnie really has
some contacts, doesn't he?
- Yeah, in his eyes, maybe.
So what does the birthday
girl want to drink?
- Ooh, I want a large
white wine, please.
- Oh. Hi,
- You look gorgeous.
- Oh. Thank you.
- Oh, buddy, how you doing?
How you doing?
- White shoes today, mate?
Oh, I'm just
disappointed,
alright?
- That was a one
time thing, okay?
And a bad decision,
they no longer exist.
- I love them.
- Sorry I'm late,
I was wrapping your present.
You can have it later.
- Oh, what, you mean your
mom was wrapping presents?
[laughs]
- She was, uh,
doing something alright.
[sighs]
- Oh, sorry,
someone's
calling me.
- You all good, mate?
- Get in here.
- Wait for me!
- Take one.
- I'm snatching
this one, I think.
Oh, Donnie!
- [laughs] Knew it
wouldn't take long.
- Donnie! Come on.
- I'm coming, I'm coming.
- Wait up!
- Give him that.
[cheering]
[laughing]
- Too many!
- My birthday.
- Happy birthday!
[rock band play]
[indistinct lyrics]
[rock music continues]
[rock music continues]
- I love this song.
- I know it's my favourite.
[eerie music]
- Are you okay?
[eerie music continues]
Are you okay?
[rock music continues]
- Hey, Jaden.
Are you okay?
Hey. Come on.
Jaden, hey, Jaden.
- Jaden.
- Jaden, where are you going?
I'm gonna go after Jaden.
- No, he's probably headed
to the cemetery again.
- I don't like the idea of
him being left alone, though.
- He'll be fine,
he does it all the time.
- Let's get some
champagne, okay?
- He can't be serious.
- Oh, wow, he's good.
[indistinct chatter]
- Hey, don't ruin the night.
- I'll ruin him, don't worry.
- Look at me.
- Okay, I won't
cause any trouble.
[rock music continues]
- What can I get ya?
- Two glasses of
champagne please?
- Is that your phone?
[indistinct lyrics]
[guitar solo]
[teeth chattering]
[howling]
[manic laughter]
[eerie music]
[tense music]
[lighter flicks]
[tense music continues]
[door creaks]
[tense music continues]
[tense music]
[flesh squelches]
[upbeat music]
- Hey, have you seen Donnie?
- Who?
- Donnie? My boyfriend.
- No.
- Hey, oh my God, hi.
Have you seen Donnie?
- Johnny?
- Donnie.
- Have I seen Donnie?
- Yeah.
- No.
[upbeat music continues]
- I can't find him.
That you realise that you're
falling from the ground
Have you seen Donnie?
- What?
- Donnie?
- No, sorry.
Maybe over there?
[upbeat music continues]
- Have you seen Donnie? Donnie.
- Who?
- Donnie?
- Who?
- Donnie.
- No.
[upbeat music]
I stay faithful
[boot clicks]
[motor whirring]
[eerie music]
[gate squeaks]
[teeth chattering]
[eerie music continues]
[teeth chattering]
[teeth chattering]
[eerie music continues]
[tense music]
[tense music continues]
[combatants grunting]
[blades swishing]
[tense music continues]
[combatants grunting]
[Donnie screams]
[g*nsh*t]
[body thuds]
- [gasps] Dad?
[grunting]
- Are you okay?
[Donnie grunts]
Let's go.
Come on.
[Donnie grunting]
[indistinct] Let's go.
[siren wailing]
[footsteps tapping]
- I can't stand these
f*cking things.
The things I can't remember
[upbeat music]
- You okay?
- Yeah, I've just
been thinking a lot
about the hyphen that
goes on your grave.
Like, it's so small,
but it represents everything
you've done with your life.
- We'll do everything
we planned and more.
Just like I said we would.
[phone vibrating]
[upbeat music continues]
We are
- It's from an unknown number.
- [Man on phone] No, please
don't put me on hold.
Hello?
Hello.
I've been queuing for ages.
Hello? Is anyone there?
Please respond.
I can't wait any longer.
I'm desperate for
an appointment.
Hello?
Are you still
there, Mr. Peterson?
can you hear me?
Hello?
Hello, Mr. Peterson?
Is that appointment
booked in, Mr. Peterson?
Are you still there?
[eerie music]
[tense music]
[heavy rock music]
[indistinct lyrics]
With this smile
To lose control
For your teeth and head
You're a demon
You're a demon
[heavy rock music continues]
[indistinct lyrics]
You're a demon
You're a demon
[heavy rock music continues]
Rest in peace
You're in pain
You won't rest in peace
You're missing pain
You won't rest in peace
Trust your wisdom, pain
[suspenseful music]
[upbeat music]
[upbeat electronic music]
[upbeat music continues]
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