Whistle (2025)

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-Time-out! Time-out! Ref!

Ref! Time-out!

- Dean!

-All right, look alive.

Hustle up.

All right, all right.

You have 44 seconds remaining.

That's it. That's all you got.

So forget the cheering,

the crowd, the recruiters.

None of that exists.

Dean, find the ball

and find Horse.

-You got it, boss.

-Horse,

find the basket.

-Mm-hmm.

-All right, let's go.

Steel Wolves, howl.

-Let's go, let's go, let's go!

One. Two. Three!

-One. Two. Three!

- Move, move!

-Yo, yo! Get it to Mason!

-Ball, ball, ball!

-Horse is open!

-Yeah, yeah.

Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut!

Horse!

-Yeah, let's go.

-Yeah!

-Let's go, baby.

-Whoo-hoo!

Yeah! You got this, Mason!

-Whoo!

-Yeah!

You got this, Mason!

- Mason...

- Horse!

-Go! Go! Go!

-I see him. Aah!

Here, here! Horse!

-sh**t! sh**t!

Take your shot!

Yes! Yes!

Move it!

- Mason...

-Yes!

-Yeah!

Yes! Yeah!

-Hey, where the hell is Horse?

- Steel Wolves!

- Steel Wolves!

- Mason...

Mason...

-Please. Please, please!

Not yet!

Okay?

Look! Look!

Look!

See? See? It's gone!

All right?

Leave me alone!

-There he is!

The clutch king!

-Horse, you the man!

Yeah, yeah!

-Yeah!

-Let's go! Let's go!

Let's go, man!

-We thought we lost you

out there.

-That was a beautiful shot.

You know that?

-Yeah.

-Horse!

-Come on, man!

You've been in there forever!

-You sure you're alone in there,

pal?

What's going on?

-Yeah.

It's just me and your mo--

Aaahhh!

-Horse! No!

-Quick, quick! Somebody help!

Somebody help!

-Horse!

-We're living

in desperate times

These are desperate times,

my dear

There's no way out of here

There's no way out, I fear

I've been holding back

all my tears

Just so the pressure

don't show

Like a time b*mb

ticking away

I might blow up someday

Don't push, don't shove

You better watch what you do

When my back's

To the wall

I might do anything at all

When my back's

To the wall

-To the wall

-I might take any chance

at all

When my back's

To the wall

-Back's to the wall

-I might do anything

You've got the upper hand

Well, I've got nothing

to lose

- Rise and shine!

-Jesus, Rel!

-Whoa!

-What's the point of knocking

if you're just gonna come in

anyways?

-Good to see you settled in,

cuz.

You know, like,

making the space your own.

I mean, seriously, Chrys,

if you need any help

unpacking the rest...

I've been a lean,

mean drilling machine ever

since I started working

weekends at the steel mill,

so I'm always happy to help out.

Oh, vinyls! Nice.

Last time I saw you,

it was chart music.

-We were 11 years old, Rel.

-When did you get into

all this geriatric stuff?

-It doesn't get old...

good music.

-Oh!

-It's only bad music

that ages.

-Well, let me know

when you want your pipe

and slippers by the fire.

You know,

your false teeth by the bedside.

Oh! Oh.

Smelly socks. Smelly socks.

Anyway, we don't want to be late

on your first day.

New school, new start.

All that...good stuff.

Okay, I'll go bring

the car around.

-Cat got my tongue

-All right. Let's go.

We've gotta hustle

if we don't want to be late.

Oh, sh*t.

I almost forgot "The Revenger."

It might be a little different

to your last school

back in Chicago,

but, uh...

welcome to Pellington High!

Uh, look, Chrys, I know

you're my cousin and everything,

but please don't feel like

you have to hang out with me

or my fellow nerds.

And...there's Grace.

She...

She hangs out

with the populars now.

-I broke a glass,

I tripped and fell

I told secrets

I shouldn't tell

-I'm not looking for a crowd,

Rel.

-Okay.

-You're in my locker.

Move.

-Hm! All right. Hm!

-...I'm alive

It's social suicide

Social suicide

-Why does it say "Horse"?

-Huh?

Oh, it's the nickname for,

uh, Mason Raymore.

He's a kid who died --

Ooh!

-You can't use this.

-They assigned me this locker.

-This school's got no respect

for the dead, bro.

-Pellington's been

around a long time, guys.

All of these lockers

belong to dead people.

-Hey, Grace, your hair looks

really nice today.

-Thanks, Rel.

Hey, who's your, uh...friend?

-Who? Oh.

Oh, uh, no.

Um, this is my cousin.

-Wait, wait, wait.

You're the new girl?

I heard...

that she just got out

of junkie rehab

after she k*lled her dad

or something like that.

-Okay, cut it out, Dean.

-No, no, this is ridiculous.

I mean,

the school has gone to hell.

-Maybe she was high

when she k*lled him, too.

-Shut up, Tanner.

-What?

-Well,

you should stop talking

because

you don't know sh*t.

-Well, is it true?

Are you a junkie?

I mean, you sure look like one

with

the Goodwill jacket like this.

- Oh!

- Yo!

-That's what's up!

That's my cousin, y'all!

-Hey! Shut up, freak!

-Hey! That's enough!

Enough!

-Ah. You four fighting

in the halls...

detention, after school.

-This psychopath

just viciously attacked me,

Mr. Craven.

-Let's start with detention.

All right? And then we can

discuss suspension later.

-Um, Mr. Craven?

-Yes?

-I saw what happened.

She didn't do anything.

-No, no, no. She kneed a boy

in his genital bag, Miss Gains.

This is indeed something.

-No. I --

-Shh, shh. And for forcing

your unsought opinion upon me,

you can join us in detention,

as well.

Okay? Good. See you all later.

-See you there.

-Well,

there goes our pool date, babe.

Nice work.

-You think they're still good

for making babies?

- Gross.

-Hey. I'm serious.

-That was awesome.

Uh, look,

you're gonna be okay, right?

Yeah? Yeah? Okay.

Have a good day!

-Hey.

I'm sorry about what they said.

-Oh, don't be. I mean...

they're not wrong

about any of it.

-Um...oh.

Hang on. I'll help you.

-I don't -- I don't need

your help.

-Okay.

Chrysanthemum...

Chrysanthemum...

-Come on,

we've only got an hour.

Let's not waste it.

Ah. Nice of you to join us.

Chrysanthemum.

-Chrysanthemum? f*ck.

-It's Chrys, actually.

-Ooh!

-Whoa! What is that?

Is that a pipe?

- No.

- Uh, Mr. Craven?

-Yes, Dean?

-Question --

Are we allowed, like,

drug paraphernalia in school?

You know, especially

when someone identifies

as, like, a junkie.

-It's not a pipe.

-Hey, bring it to me.

-I found it in my locker.

-Oh. Wow.

-Do you think

it's worth anything?

-I don't know.

It's like a musical instrument,

doesn't it?

Some kind of whistle

or a kazoo.

I mean,

this is certainly early Mayan,

but the rest,

I mean...I don't know.

Could be Olmec.

-Can you translate any of it?

-I don't know. Let's --

Let's have a look.

All right.

It's been a long time

since grad school.

Oh, look. There's a word here.

That would be pronounced

"K'aaba"...

uh, which means "to talk"

or it can also mean

"to call out to."

There's another word

on this side.

That might be "Pixan."

-Do you spell that P-I-C?

-Uh, no. "P"...

It looks like...

to be P-I-X-A-N.

Why?

What are you doing?

-"Summon the dead."

-Wow. Hmm.

You don't even need

a degree anymore.

You just

And that's it.

-Look,

I shouldn't have even --

-Ah, I think I should

probably look after this.

It could actually,

uh, have huge historical value.

And -- And you did say

you took it

out of a school-property locker.

It doesn't belong to you.

Good. All right.

Look, I think that's

probably a good place

to end detention for the day.

-Ah!

-Yep. Yep.

-Thank you, Mr. Craven.

-Great idea.

-Instead, I would like you

to write a five-page essay

on the role

of pre-prepared sacrifice

in ancient Mesoamerica.

-Seriously?

-Do six. Six pages.

-No, no. It's fine, it's fine.

We're going.

-Yeah.

-We're out.

-Hey. Um,

we're all meeting at Grace's

to watch her compose a six-page

haiku on blood sacrifices.

So I'll see you guys at 7:00?

-You mean

we're all invited now?

-Yeah, Baby Dean,

we're all invited.

Even you.

It's called being welcoming

and not an as*h*le.

All right, I'll drive.

I want to make it home

in one piece.

-I'll see you guys there.

-Got a crush on Grace, huh?

-Yeah.

One day, I'll take my shot.

-Whoa.

- Craven.

Craven...

-Hey, um, listen...

about this morning...

They had no right

to talk about what happened

to your dad like that.

-I mean, it's fine.

-It wasn't your fault.

You know?

-I really don't

want to talk about it.

-Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, okay.

So...how was your first day

at Pellington High?

-Um, Ellie seems nice.

-Oh, my God.

-I mean, she's nothing special,

but, like...

-"Revenger."

-Oh! Okay.

Ah. Good.

Hm.

-Ah.

Ah.

Hm.

Hm.

That's...

more than a kazoo.

Huh.

-We've got a major traffic

collision. There's two bodies.

One male fatality.

Are you okay?

-I didn't mean to surprise you.

You just started here?

-That obvious, huh?

-A little bit.

Noah...Haggerty.

I'm the youth pastor

down at St. Marks.

You worship?

-I'm not really into religion.

-Ah. Me neither.

I am into God, though.

You should come by my church

sometime.

Get to know a few people.

They're good people.

Real people loving Jesus.

Right?

But, also, you know...

...down for a good time.

Being new in town,

you might not know where to go

if you need something.

-I don't.

-Well, sure, sure. I get it.

You're clean.

But if you ever want to get

a little dirty...

Look, how about

a welcome-to-town gift?

-Hey,

get the f*ck away from her!

-Hey!

-Oh!

-Stop!

-God has a job for everyone.

I'm just trying

to help those in need.

Okay?

Okay.

So no harm, no foul.

I'm always here if you need me.

-Ah!

-Are you okay?

-I'm fine.

-Hey, so that preacher...

he's a sound character, huh?

Funny thing is, parents

send their kids to his church...

think he's a role model.

He's not just a creep, though.

He sells drugs to the kids.

And a year ago,

one of them OD'd.

One day, he's gonna get

what's his.

Let's get out of here.

-Ah.

Hm.

Hm.

Aah!

f*ck...

-Whoo!

-What's up?

-Hey.

-Have you guys got

our essay finished yet?

-What happened to your face?

-What?

-Oh, it was run-in

with Noah Haggerty.

It was nothing. Anyway...

look what I got.

Ta-da!

-f*ck!

Charlie?

Charlie.

Charlie?

Charlie.

-I'm afraid the school

is closed, sir.

You're -- You're trespassing.

I've called security already,

so...

you'd better be on your way.

-Mr. Craven?

-f*cking hell!

-Are you okay?

-Oh, my God!

-I called your name, but...

You need to sit down

for a minute?

Catch your breath?

-No, no, no. I'm fine.

I just think I've been...

just working a bit too much

recently.

Good.

- Oh, Mr. Craven?

Your secret's safe with me.

-What's that?

-It's an omen

-I want to summon my grandpa.

-But your grandpa's not dead.

-But he's, like, really old.

And he makes this,

like, amazing hooch.

-Timmy, go to your room!

He's such a little freak.

-Now the writing's

on the wall

-Oh, Chrys.

-It's an omen

-You know,

it's really kind of beautiful.

-If working in the E.R.

has taught me anything,

it's that death is

never beautiful.

-I am not going to die.

- Oh!

Why didn't I think of that?

-Oh!

Craven...

-Okay, boys and girls.

Let's think about

the dearly departed.

-Go for it, babe. I dare you.

-I think I'm gonna pass

on the whole

ghost-summoning death whistle.

-Bye, Chrysanthemum.

-Bye.

-Bye!

-Hey.

You don't have to leave.

-Oh, I...I have to unpack.

-Come on, babe. I mean, what's

the worst that can happen?

-It's okay.

I should just go.

-That was, uh...

...intense.

-Now what?

-Wait. Wait, wait.

Listen. You guys hear that?

I think I heard

something coming.

-Oh! What?! Oh!

-Dean!

-Ugh! as*h*le!

Oh, my God.

-You're so gross!

-Ugh!

-Okay, on that note, I'm out.

It's not funny.

-Look, I told you

it was all bullshit.

All right?

-Hey!

Sorry if it was weird tonight.

Uh, you should come tomorrow.

It's the annual

Pellington Harvest Festival.

Caramel apples, pumpkin carving,

spooky hay bale maze.

It's fun.

And we always go.

And it's probably the last year

we'll all be together

before we go off to lead our

incredibly serious adult lives.

-Sounds cute.

-Yeah, I'd just... like it if

you came.

-Yo, Ellie!

You left your, uh...

-Thanks.

Diabetic.

My medicines.

I'm late for my shift,

but, um...

Uh, text me

about the Harvest Fest.

Rel has my number.

-Okay.

-Rel, is she straight?

-I don't know.

Never been super apparent.

But, uh...

something tells me

we're gonna find out.

-In the dark

and lonely night

I gave my heart to you

Now I'm dreaming of a love

known only by we two

You didn't want my heart

to keep

Now our love's drifted away

And in shadows of the night

My heart it will remain

-Nope.

-In the night

is where we met, and

In the night is

where we parted

In the night is

where we'll meet again

If only in my dreams

But the night is on my side

Your thoughts

will turn to me

In the moments you're alone

Before you fall asleep...

I got us hot chocolate!

-Knock, please!

-Whoa! Sorry.

-There's someone watching.

- Here. It's hot. Careful.

-I thought I saw someone

in the tree.

-I don't see anyone.

Probably your eyes

playing tricks on you.

-Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, no.

-What?

-I accidentally texted Ellie.

- Oh, sh*t.

- I gotta leave town, I gotta go.

-Yeah, that...that is...

Yeah. That's bad.

-Yeah, you think?

What do I say?

-Uh...uh...

-What do I say?

-Um, pretend

someone stole your phone.

-Yeah, and emotionally sexted

a girl that I met

less than 24 hours ago?

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

-Yeah, that works.

-Mm, yeah, sure.

-Typing... Oh, yeah.

She's -- she's texting back.

Um...

-Question mark?

Why question mark?

What do I say?

-Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Be casual, okay? Just chill.

Okay?

Whatever you do...

don't act desperate.

-Okay.

-Mm.

-"If you're lucky."

-What? What?! No!

Casual, not Kardashian.

Let's see...

"See you then."

-"See you then"?

-Boom.

Looks like someone's going

to the Harvest Festival.

Mm?

-In the night is when

we'll meet again

If only in my dreams

-What am I doing?

-If only in my dreams

If only in my dreams

If only in my dreams

-You, my friend,

should not be driving.

-Me, my friend,

I'm focused, m*therf*cker.

I mean, we made it home,

didn't we?

-Watch this, watch this.

He shoots...

He does not score!

-Story of your life, LeBron.

-f*ck you, bro.

I'll, uh...

I'll see you at school?

-Yeah.

-LeBron.

-Kiss my a*s, b*tch.

-Kiss your mom's.

-Steel Wolves howl!

-What?

-Huh?

- Gracey...

-Timmy, I hear you!

Timmy! Knock it off!

Hello?

Timmy?

- Gracey...

-Dean?

Is that you?

This isn't funny.

Timmy!

-Mom says you should

come in now

or you'll turn into a prune.

-Where is everybody?

-Come on. Let's go.

-We will have

grief counselors available

if any student needs someone

to talk to.

This is hard on all of us.

Mr. Craven was a dedicated

member of the Pellington...

- What's going on?

-Mr. Craven died last night.

-What? How?

-Turns out he had

stage four lung cancer.

Dr. Wells said it's amazing he

was even on his feet yesterday.

-I guess we won't have to write

that paper anymore.

-But he will be missed.

I'm sure Mr. Craven

would want you to know

how much he loved teaching here,

and how grateful he was

to give so many years

of his life to this school.

Both Mr. Craven

and Mason Raymore

were proud members of the...

Ellie...

Chrys...

-You forgot this last night.

-It's not mine.

-I don't want it.

Gives me the creeps.

-I say you throw

that voodoo sh*t out.

It's bad news.

-I know this pawn shop

on the East Side, actually.

We could...

-Or we could just return it

to Mason's family.

-Yeah.

Yeah, I agree. Um...

-Yeah, no, that -- that was

my next suggestion, too.

-I can -- I can drive

if you want.

Do you design them yourself?

Why do you hide them?

They're beautiful.

-Um, I don't know.

I guess they're personal.

-I always wanted to get

a tattoo.

My mom would never let me.

How do you know

what you want to design?

-I guess you just find

something you love

and you let it scar you

for life.

-That easy, huh?

-Mm. Easy.

-Look at this place.

-Hello?

The door was open.

-Folks, I'm going down

to St. James Infirmary

See my baby there

She's stretched out

on a long white table

-We have something

that belonged to Mason.

-So sweet, so cold, so fair

-I was born in this house.

I hoped to die here, too.

But the bank says

it's not even mine anymore.

-I'm sorry, we were just...

-Maybe I'll get lucky

and drop dead today.

Memento mori.

Reminders of mortality.

It's all got to go.

I traveled the world

collecting them.

Every culture, every faith

and philosophy have their own.

Some wrestling with death,

others dancing with it.

-Is this a part

of your collection?

I found it

in Mason Raymore's locker.

-You didn't find it.

It found you.

Like it found my grandson.

Like it found me.

Half a lifetime ago.

A back-alley market

in Guatemala.

It took my grandson,

my daughter.

And it will take more.

-What is it?

-In Choka.

The cry.

A stolen treasure

from a plundered people.

-We were told the markings said

"summon the dead"?

-No...

Not quite.

The markings read...

"summon your death."

The day you are born...

so is your death.

From that day on,

she is searching for you.

If you're fated to die at 90,

it will take her 90 years

to find you.

Fated to die at 30, only 30.

But if you hear the whistle

scream,

it changes all that.

A call from In Choka

guides your death.

So she finds you earlier.

-What does it look like?

Death.

-Like you, of course.

You will become

what you would have been

in your last breath.

Keep this.

It was never mine to take.

-What if I don't want to die?

-Then you shouldn't

have been born.

-I mean, you saw her.

She's on a lot of meds.

And she just lost her family.

That'll rattle anyone.

And speaking

as future Dr. Gains,

I mean, there's

no medical science

behind what she's saying.

-Oh, yeah, no.

I know.

It was bullshit.

Mostly.

But do you think that

Mr. Craven used it like Mason?

-Maybe.

Their files will be

at the hospital I work at.

We'll find something there.

When you mentioned Mason,

it gave me an idea.

-Whoa.

-There's something

about his death

that just never added up.

He caught on fire

in a shower cubicle,

and they blamed it

on a gas leak.

-There. Raymore.

-They had to use his dental

records to confirm his identity.

-Oh, God.

He was so badly burned.

-I just need to check

a patient's records...

- sh*t!

Shh!

sh*t!

-"Bone structure suggests

late 40s."

Ellie, how old was Mason

when he died?

Ellie. What's his age?

-Uh, 17. Why?

-Because the coroner's report

says late 40s.

"You will become what you would

have been in your last breath."

-So Mason would have died when

he was older from the gas leak?

-Yeah. Mr. Craven, that cancer

would've k*lled him eventually.

-I'd give him

another 10 to 15 years.

- Yeah, but not last night.

-This is Dr. Andrews...

Someone's been in the records

room messing with the files.

-Ellie...

-Check the system to see

who was in here...

-We all heard that whistle.

- Thanks.

-We need to warn the others.

-They'll be at Harvest Fest.

-Hello?

Yahhh!

-Hey. What can I get you?

-Just a dab.

-One of these?

-Yes, please. Thank you.

-God bless.

-Bye.

-Come on, Grace. Yo!

You don't need that sh*t.

-It's only weed. It's natural.

-How about instead of playing

grope-the-dope,

we head over to the game booth?

I'll win you a teddy bear.

I'm a dead shot, you know.

Chk-chk...

boom!

-You always have been, Rel.

-So, give me a shot.

We can leave this place

in the rearview.

Like, shazam!

Gone.

-You're a sweet guy, Rel.

And a good person.

Really good.

Someday, you're gonna make

someone better than me

so happy.

-Then you say, "Go slow"

I fall behind

-Grace!

Come to me!

-If you're lost, you can look,

and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall, I will catch you,

I'll be waiting

Time after time

I came to suck your blood!

-Ew, yuck. Stop.

-You ready to get scared?

-Yes. Here.

-But you have to give me

a full two-minute lead.

Okay? Because I am

getting to that bell

and I'm ringing it

with everything I've got, okay?

-Two minutes. Got it.

-Two minutes.

-Then I'm gonna find

my hot-a*s devil girl.

-Mm.

Good luck with that.

-You wanna join,

freaky Batman with no wings?

Maybe I'll, uh, let you watch.

-Ha, ha, ha. No. No.

It's the Revenger!

Batman doesn't have wings!

You jarhead bro m*therf*ckers.

-Rel's still not picking up.

We have to find him.

-There she is.

All your friends are

getting juiced in there.

I got some of my own

special sauce if you want.

-Hey.

-Hello.

What are you supposed to be?

A d*ke?

-Holy sh*t.

-I learned that from you.

-Hey, you b*tches!

I wasn't gonna hurt nobody.

-Yeah?

What about that boy

you k*lled with your drugs?

You hurt him?

-I don't know what

you're talking about.

-This isn't over!

Hey, little girl

-I long for the taste

of your lips

Hey, little girl

Yahhh!

-I long for the crack

of your whip

-Grace, babe, where are you?

Oh, my...!

-Yo, if one more thing

jumps out at me...

You think it's ill*gal to beat

the f*ck out of a zombie?

-Don't worry, bro.

I got your back.

- Yahhh!

-Okay. f*ck this.

All right, Grace!

Grace, babe, where are you?

Your two minutes is up!

-Ooooh!

Gracey!

- Gracey...

-Rel, where are the others?

Rel, where's Grace?

Rel?

-I don't know.

The maze, I guess?

-We have to go find them.

Rel, come on,

we gotta talk to them.

-Hey! Hey, hey! I-I hit it!

I...

Guys, wait! Wait up!

It's for Grace.

-Come on.

-So, uh,

what's this all about?

- Gracey...

-Please pick up.

Please pick up, please pick up.

Gracey...

Oh!

-Hey, come on,

you gotta give me a clue.

-Dean, no, no, listen.

Listen, I'm...

I'm near the center,

and this -- I don't know,

this f*cking crazy old woman

is trying to follow me.

-Babe, calm down.

It's a haunted maze.

They're supposed to follow you.

-Dean, please.

You need to come and find me.

She -- She keeps saying my name,

but I have no idea who she is.

Please hurry. Please hurry.

I'm lost.

- Gracey...

Back off, you crazy old b*tch!

-Babe?

Babe, what's going on?

- Babe...

Grace? Grace?

Hey, Tan, let's go. Come on.

-Gracey...

Help!

-Dean! Please!

-Grace, where are you?

Let me know where you are.

-Bro, what's the rush?

-Grace?

-Somebody help me!

Dean! Please!

-Grace!

-Help! Dean!

- Gracey!

-Snarls ]

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

- Help!

-Grace!

-Grace!

-Dean! I'm in the spiral!

I'm here!

-Grace! Grace!

That wasn't Grace.

I don't know who that was

dressed like that,

but that wasn't her.

-It was her.

She was supposed to die

of old age.

-What do you mean "supposed"?

She's 18!

-Listen!

Grace is the one

who blew the whistle.

But we were all with her

at the pool.

-Ellie's right.

We were all there.

We all heard that...sound.

It summoned all of our deaths.

And I...

I feel it watching.

-I've seen it, too.

This morning in assembly.

It was some kind of seizure.

- Nah, nah.

I'm -- I'm out.

-Hey, none of us should be alone

right now, Dean!

-Look, I don't know

what's going on

or where Grace is,

but all this spooky sh*t

started when she came to town.

-Are you kidding me?

You dared her

to blow that f*cking whistle.

You pushed her to do it.

It's your fault she's dead!

Hey! Dean, Dean!

Stop!

-We get it.

You had a little crush.

But people like you...

...don't ever stand a chance.

-Rel.

Rel!

-Keep playing "Scooby Doo."

I'm gonna go get smashed

and wait till Grace gets home.

- Dean...

-Dean? Is that you?

-It's okay. I just...

I just had a nightmare.

-You woke your mother up.

She's gotta be at the store...

-Yeah, just go back to bed.

-You better not be drinking

and driving again, son.

It'll be the death of you.

-How's he doing?

-He's heartbroken.

Been in love with Grace

since they were kids, so...

Um, find anything on In Choka?

-Not really.

Just some New age cults

and some scams.

But we need to find a way

to stop it.

-Yeah. We should go back

to Ms. Raymore tomorrow.

-Have you ever seen anyone die?

A few. In the hospital.

-I OD'd about a year ago.

My dad found me

and he drove me to the hospital,

and we were...

We were half a mile away, and...

...a truck hit us.

-I'm so sorry.

-Now I've got his...

his music, you know, I...

I listen to it.

Makes me feel connected, like...

Like a bridge, I guess.

-He had good taste.

-But we got lucky

once before

And I don't wanna

close the door

-My actions k*lled my dad,

and there's...

There's nothing

I can do about it.

Sometimes I wish it had been me.

-But it wasn't.

And you're here.

-I just finished telling you

how f*cked up I am.

-Everyone's f*cked up.

You just happen to know it.

And that sh*t you pulled

with Noah...

That was really cool.

-Yeah, but you've got

your sh*t together.

You know, you're -- you're smart

and you're funny, and...

And I'm just...

-You're Chrysanthemum.

-But if it's love

you're looking for

Then I can give

a little more

And if you're somewhere drunk

and passed out on the floor

Oh, Joey,

I'm not angry anymore

-You're insane.

That was not her.

-Our future death

is hunting us.

-We were all there.

We all heard that...sound.

-I started working weekends

at the steel mill.

...the steel mill...

-We all heard that...sound.

-It summoned all of our deaths.

-Please don't be too long.

She's taken a bit of a turn.

-It took our friend.

What does it want?

-The Olmec offered souls

to Satiate their gods of death.

In Choka has been collecting

them for thousands of years.

-But it's not our time,

and we need to stop it.

-Death is unstoppable.

Once called, it will not relent.

But there is a way

to change its course.

-But how?

How -- How do we change

its course?

-Give your death...

someone else's life.

-What do you mean?

-Offer In Choka...

...a new sacrifice.

When your death is near,

mark another with your blood,

and you will be spared.

-Mark them with our blood?

-No. No, we can't do that.

-Dying is not a choice.

Chrysanthemum...

It is inevitable.

But living...

...that's up to you.

-I think she was ready.

-Well, I'm not ready.

And she just told us

exactly what we need to know.

-No. I veto any solution

that requires m*rder.

-So what, that's it?

We just wait to die?

-I saw her.

My death.

I O.D.

With a needle in my arm.

-Chrys...

-I don't want to use again.

I don't want to hurt

people again.

I don't want to hurt myself.

I'd rather die.

-Look, I-I'm sorry,

but we are running out of time.

We've all seen our deaths,

and they're coming for us next,

so we don't have a choice now.

-No, Rel, we'll be okay

if we stick together.

-Do you really believe that?

-Rel...

-I just need to think!

Okay?

-Rel! Stop!

-I'll call Dean.

-And we return now to

a local report in Pellington,

to the tragic events of

last night's Harvest Festival.

-Just moments ago, paramedics

removed a body from the scene.

At this time, we don't have

a lot of information,

but what we do know is that the

woman has yet to be identified.

Police are asking anyone who

may know her to come forward.

In the meantime,

it is a very hectic situation

right here on the ground.

Police have completely

taped off the area

as they continue

their investigation.

We are standing by,

and as soon as we...

-Mom?

Dad?

Mom, is that you?

Mom.

Dad?

- Dean...

Leave me alone!

-Dean? What the hell

is going on in there?

-Dad? No, no! No! Dad!

Dad, do you see it?

- Is he all right?

-Dean, open the door.

You're scaring your mother.

-I...I can't!

- What's going on?

-Baby, just open the door.

-I-I can't.

-Dean, open the door.

-It'll get in.

-What are you talking about?

-Dean! Come on, honey.

-Look, I need you

to listen to me, please!

- Let us in!

-Please.

- Dean!

-What's going on in there, Dean?

-Come on, honey!

-Dean!

-Rel?

Rel?

-Revenger.

-Ellie. Where is this?

-It's the steel mill

on the other side of town.

-sh*t!

-What is it?

-Be safe, everyone.

Same time next week.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming.

Are you washed in the blood

of the lamb?

Are you fully trusting

in His grace and power?

-Don't make this difficult.

-The f*ck is this?

-Guy at the mill sold it to me.

It's loaded.

-What are you doing, man?

-You have to do what I say,

okay?

-Oh, do I?

I bet you don't even know

how to use that thing.

-f*ck!

-Now...

-m*therf*cker!

-You're done now, my friend.

-You are so f*cking done.

What's so funny?

-You don't get it.

I don't die this way.

-You f*cking freak.

Hey! I warned you!

sh*t!

f*ck! f*ck!

-What's the point of dragging me

all the way out here?

-This is where I'll die.

So this is where

you're gonna die.

-What?

What, are you insane?

Huh?

-This what you give them?

Your, uh...

...young believers?

-You want some?

They're all yours.

Go ahead and take 'em.

-How many does it take?

-One will make you happy,

two will make you fly.

-I'll go for three.

-Swallow. Swallow!

-Swallow.

Hey, man, can you please

just tell me what this is about?

Huh?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hey. Hey.

Jesus Christ!

Hey, let-- let's talk

about this, man.

What is that thing, huh?

Is that witchcraft, man?

Is that what you're into?

You're a Satanist?

Hey, look...

-Death is close.

I gotta mark you now.

-What?

No, you don't have to mark me,

man!

Get that sh*t away from me!

-Rel!

Rel, you don't have to do this!

-Ellie!

-Rel. Put the g*n down.

-It's not fair.

-Rel, put the g*n down.

-A murdering scumbag like him

gets to live,

while you or me or Grace dies?

You think that makes

any sense at all?

-It doesn't make any sense.

-Rel...

Stop.

-Stay back.

-Please, Jesus. Please, God.

I will be your instrument.

I seek forgiveness.

-Shut up!

-I'm sorry for what I've done.

I sold him my sh*t.

I didn't mean for him to die.

-You m*rder*d that boy!

-It was an accident.

-You k*lled him!

-I didn't know, all right?

I didn't know he was gonna die.

-Shut up!

-I'm not a bad person.

I'm washed in the blood.

Jesus, I will be the hammer

in your hand, Lord.

So help me God,

just f*cking save me now.

Rel, please!

-Rel, stop! Don't do it!

This is wrong. Stop, okay?

You don't have to do this.

-Please.

-We can fix it.

Please, Rel. Please.

Rel.

-Thank you, Jesus.

I am marked only by God.

I am marked only by God.

I am marked only by God.

And I am delivered.

-I guess everyone

has to die once.

-Say that again?

-I said everyone has to die.

-You said once.

That's it.

That's it.

That's how we stop this.

-How?

-Oh, sh*t...

It's here.

-What's here?

- Rel...

-Rel, what's going on?

What is it?

Rel...

-No! No!

-Get him back!

- What the f*ck?!

-Rel!

-Chrys...

-It's not your fault.

There's nothing we can do.

Chrys. Chrys, we have to go.

We have to go!

You said there's a way

out of this.

-I'm not letting it get you.

-So, what's the plan?

-We summoned death,

and we can't outrun it.

Now we have to die.

That doesn't mean

we have to stay dead.

Is this all you've got?

-I carry backup insulin

for emergencies.

How much do you need?

-Enough to stop a heart.

-Insulin won't be enough

to trigger a cardiac arrest.

Uh...

I have an idea.

-Bring it all!

-Okay, so, one more time.

I inject you,

make sure you have no pulse,

no heartbeat,

so you're technically dead.

-And then the glucagon,

so we don't go hypoglycemic

when the defibrillator

kick-starts the heart.

-Okay. Hand me one of those.

I'll -- I'll do you,

and you can do me.

-I have to make sure you live.

-I'm sorry.

- No...

-Ellie!

-Chrys!

I'm sorry!

Glucagon.

- Thank you, Lord.

Thank you for saving me.

Thank you for saving me.

-Please work.

-Okay. Okay.

Okay.

-Chrys.

No.

Chrys. Come on.

Chrys. No!

Come on.

Chrys, come on. Come on.

-Come on.

-I can hear you.

-No. Not yet.

Not yet, not yet, not yet!

Come on, come on!

-Death is unstoppable.

Once called,

it will not relent.

What kind of Satan sh*t

is this?

Aah!

Chrys, come on.

Come back to me.

Please!

Come back to me.

I need you to live!

Chrysanthemum.

Chrysanthemum.

Chrysanthemum!

-Dying is not a choice.

It is inevitable.

But living...

-...that's up to you.

-Ellie!

-You're Chrysanthemum.

Ellie!

Ellie!

Ellie!

-Wake up.

-No!

You stay away from her!

-It's like I told you.

God's got a job for everyone.

I'm just trying

to help those in need.

But you...

you're beyond redemption.

Whereas I...

I am washed

in the blood of the lamb.

Yeah.

-May the body of our Lord

Jesus Christ

preserve your soul

in life everlasting.

Amen.

- Are you fully

trusting in his grace and power?

-Hey...

The f*ck?

Noah...

-What? Do you hear me?

No. Stay back!

Hey. Hey.

Stay, stay, stay.

I'm sorry.

-Hell of a first date, huh?

Chrys...

-It's been three months,

two weeks, and four days.

I count each and every

one of them now.

-Keeping secrets

until everything became

a bit too loud

-I always thought

death was the enemy.

But now I'm not so sure.

-I could drown it out

-No one has forever.

But we do have right now.

-By writing sentences I used

to think were quite profound

-I think I can live with that.

-And it feels like the weight

is too much to carry

I should quit,

maybe go get married

Only time will tell

In the final cut

In the final scene

There's a final girl

Does she look like me?

In the final cut

In the final scene

There's a final girl

And you know that she

should be screaming now

- Asha...

Asha...

-Oh, yeah

Yeah

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

Ooh, yeah

You walk through the subway

His eyes burn a hole

in your back

A footstep behind you

He lunges,

prepared for attack

Scream for mercy

He laughs

as he's watching you bleed

k*ller behind you

His bloodlust defies

all his needs

-Good morning, everyone.

As is customary here

at Pellington High,

to begin the new semester,

we welcome freshman student

Asha Nelson,

who will be playing

our school anthem on her violin.

-Wait! Stop!

-Stop!

-Stop!

-Stop! Stop!

- Stop!