(WIND HOWLING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(DOOR OPENS, CREAKS)
- What's wrong? - There's someone on the roof.
(SIGHS SOFTLY) Jules! Baby, are you sleepwalking?
Listen.
I don't hear anything. Come on, baby,
it's three o'clock in the morning.
MARK: What now? (SIGHS)
I don't know, she said she heard something on the roof.
- There were footsteps. - MARK: Hm, naturally.
- Jingle bells too, right? - Mark, stop.
But I heard him.
MARK: Can you take care of this, please?
I gotta be up in three hours.
Come on, Jules, let's get back into bed.
No more sugar after dinner, okay?
Too many bad dreams and not enough sleep.
But Mom, I didn't have a bad dream.
I really heard someone on the roof!
(SHUSHES) Keep your voice down okay.
Don't wake up your brother.
Nobody believes me.
Jules, it's probably just the house settling.
Or an animal. You know,
sometimes a raccoon or squirrel can get up there.
It was Santa. I'm positive.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
You know who I really think it was?
- Who? - JENNIFER: One of Santa's elves.
- An elf? - JENNIFER: Mm-hmm.
Sometimes Santa sends a scout a few days before Christmas Eve
to make sure our house meets
all the necessary safety requirements.
Like what?
Like making sure the roof is sturdy enough
to hold all the reindeer, for one thing.
Can't have them crashing through the ceiling,
running all through the house, pooping on everything.
- (BOTH GIGGLE) - What else?
They have to measure the chimney to make sure it's wide enough
to fit Santa's big fat belly.
Sometimes he splurges too much during the holidays.
Just like daddy?
Just like daddy.
Can we leave some milk and cookies out for the elves?
If you go to sleep right now,
I'll go downstairs and leave them a plate.
Okay?
(FOOTSTEPS THUDDING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(WIND WHOOSHING)
(SIGHS)
You forgot to lock the front door again.
Perhaps you could have a little concern
for your family's safety?
By the way, your daughter left a glass of milk and cookies
for Santa's elves in the kitchen.
Can you make sure to eat them before she gets up for school?
Hello?
Can you take care of that when you wake up, please?
MARK: When I wake up? I am up, Jen.
I have been up because you keep talking to me.
I will take care of it. (SIGHS)
Thank you, Mr. Grinch. (KISSES)
(FOOTSTEPS THUDDING)
Santa?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(♪)
Timmy!
Timmy, wake up! Santa's downstairs.
(GROANS)
Timmy! He was putting presents under the tree, I saw him!
Go away!
(♪)
(BAG RUSTLING)
(♪)
(STAIRS SQUEAK)
(♪)
TIMMY: Juliet, I told you to stay out of my--
(FLESH SQUELCHING)
- (BLOOD DRIPPING) - (FLESH SQUELCHING)
(FLESH SQUELCHING)
(BLOOD DRIPPING)
- (LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS) - (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(WHIMPERS)
(♪)
(WIND WHOOSHING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
- (FLESH SQUELCHING) - (MARK GROANS)
- (FLESH SQUELCHING) - (MARK WHIMPERS, GROANS)
(FLESH SQUELCHING)
Babe, what are you doing?
(FLESH SQUELCHING)
(SCREAMS)
(♪)
- (FLESH SQUELCHING) - (SHRIEKS, WHIMPERS)
(SCREAMS, SOBS)
(SCREAMS)
Timmy, Juliet, run! (GASPS)
(SCREAMS, BREATHES HEAVILY)
Juliet!
Timmy!
(SCREAMS)
- (♪) - (BREATHES DEEPLY, SCREAMS)
JENNIFER: Help me! (WHIMPERS)
(SCREAMS) No, please! Somebody fucking help me!
- Help me, please! - (DOOR LOCK RATTLES)
(EXCLAIMS, SCREAMS) Oh, fuck, help me! Help me!
- (FLESH SQUELCHING) - (GROANS)
(BREATHES LABORIOUSLY, GROANS)
- (SCREAMS, GRUNTS) - (BLOOD SQUELCHING)
(SCREAMS)
- (FLESH SQUELCHING) - (GASPS, WHIMPERS)
(♪)
- (BLOOD GUSHES) - (GROANS, WHIMPERS)
(COUGHS, RETCHES)
- (GROANS, WHIMPERS) - (♪)
(WHIMPERS, SCREAMS)
- (SCREAMS) - (FLESH SQUELCHING)
- (LAUGHS) - (SCREAMS)
(GROANS, GASPS)
(FLESH SQUELCHING)
("O COME, ALL YE FAITHFUL" PLAYING)
♪ O come, all ye faithful ♪
♪ Joyful and triumphant ♪
♪ O come ye ♪
♪ O come ye to Bethlehem ♪
♪ Sing, choirs of angels ♪
♪ Sing in exultation ♪
♪ Sing, all ye citizens ♪
♪ Of heav'n above! ♪
♪ Glory to God ♪
♪ All glory in the highest! ♪
♪ O come, let us adore Him ♪
♪ O come, let us... ♪
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
♪ ...adore Him ♪
♪ O come, let us adore Him ♪
♪ Christ, the Lord! ♪
(♪)
(WIND HOWLING, WHISTLING)
DISPATCHER: (OVER RADIO) 1-2-0 Charlie. Be advised.
Anonymous caller says possible suspect on lower level.
Armed and dangerous.
(♪)
Oh, fuck.
(♪)
(FLIES BUZZING)
OFFICER EVANS: Shit.
- (RADIO BEEPS) - (SNIFFLES)
Dispatch, I got a decapitated body down here.
Victim appears to be male.
DISPATCHER: (OVER RADIO) All available units notified.
- (RADIO BEEPS) - That's a ten-four.
(METAL RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)
(RADIO BEEPS)
Dispatch, I'm not alone down here.
What's... what's the ETA on the backup?
DISPATCHER: (OVER RADIO) Multiple units arriving shortly.
(♪)
(BLOOD DRIPPING)
(GROANS)
(CHOKES)
- (GUNSHOT) - (CHOKES, GROANS)
(TRAIN SCREECHING)
(TRAIN BEEPS)
(TRAIN DOOR SQUEAKS)
(♪)
(TRAIN DOOR CLOSES)
- (BONES CRACKLE) - (FLESH SQUELCHING)
(♪)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(MAN 1 GRUNTS OVER TV)
WOMAN 1: (OVER TV) Hold onto him, Eros,
I'll have the ship in the air in a minute!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER TV)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING OVER TV)
(SIGHS)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(GRUNTS)
MAN 2: (OVER TV) Get out of here, Jeff!
The ship's on fire.
(STATIC CRACKLING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(WOMAN SCREAMS IN DISTANCE)
Eros?
Dean, I need you to get down here now.
Cell three, east wing.
I think we got a situation. Over.
DEAN: (OVER RADIO) I'm taking a shit.
- (RADIO BEEPS) - Aw!
Well, wipe your ass and get down here, pronto!
- (♪) - (GASPS)
(GROANS)
- (MUNCHES) - (FLESH GURGLES, SQUELCHES)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(GASPS)
Help me! Please... please help me!
Oh, he made me do it. Please just help me!
- (♪) - (VICTORIA LAUGHS)
Help me! Help me, fucker!
- (GROANS) - (LAUGHS SINISTERLY)
Help me!
(LAUGHS)
Help me! Help me!
- (GRUNTS) - (SCREAMS)
(VICTORIA LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY)
(SCREAMS, GRUNTS)
- (GROANS, GRUNTS) - (GROWLS, LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY)
- Yes! More! - (GRUNTS)
- (LAUGHS SINISTERLY) - (GROANS, SCREAMS)
- (GRUNTS) - (GROANS)
- (SCREAMS) - (FLESH SQUELCHING)
- (SCREAMS) - (VICTORIA GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)
- (SCREAMS) - (VICTORIA GROWLS, GRUNTS)
- (FLESH SQUELCHING) - (SCREAMS)
- (VICTORIA GRUNTS)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(VICTORIA PANTS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY, GRUNTS)
(TRAIN SCREECHING)
(DOOR BEEPS)
(HORN HONKS)
COSPLAYER: Yo, yo!
You guys, you... you look so good.
I mean, way better than mine. I mean-- (CHUCKLES)
I was gonna do the blood thing too,
but I... I was just worried about the clean-up.
But-- Can I... can I get a picture?
(CHUCKLES) I'm gonna post this.
Guys, seriously? You killed it.
(CHUCKLES) This is awesome!
(LAUGHS)
(♪)
- (♪) - (HORN HONKS RAPIDLY)
(LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY)
(HORN HONKS)
- (HORN HONKS) - (RATS SQUEAK)
(♪)
- Aw. - (RAT SQUEAKS)
(♪)
(RATS SQUEAK)
Aw. Vicky, you used to be so hot.
Now no one's gonna fuck you.
- (BONE CRACKS) - (SLURPS)
Pretty girl.
(IN DISTORTED VOICE) Pretty girl.
(SCREAMS) Pretty girl!
(♪)
(FLESH SQUELCHING)
(CHAIR CREAKING)
- (♪) - (CLOCK TICKING)
- (CHAIR CREAKING) - (LIGHT BUZZING)
(♪)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DISTANCE)
WOMAN: (OVER PA) Patient customer flight three...
- Hi. - Good morning.
Morning, I'm here to pick up my niece.
- She's a patient here. - What's her name?
- Shaw. Sienna Shaw. - Uncle Greg!
Never mind.
- Hey! - (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Hey!
- GREG: How are you? - Good. How are you?
- Good. It's good to see you. - You too. (SIGHS)
Wow. You look good.
- SIENNA: No, I got it. - No, no, no, I got it.
- I insist. - Thanks.
Welcome.
So do we run, or...
- (SCOFFS) Gotta sign out first. - (SIGHS) Ugh.
("CHRISTMAS IS HERE" PLAYING)
♪ The stockings are hung ♪
♪ And the cookies are made ♪
♪ And there's lots of lights All over the place ♪
♪ And you hang your stuff from your... ♪
So, uh... (SIGHS)
...how's my little partner in crime?
Oh! (CHUCKLES) She's not so little anymore.
Uh, she's great. Man, beautiful.
Sassy as hell. And talented like you.
In fact, you're all she ever talks about,
so little warning,
just get ready to have your hands full.
- Because she misses you. - I miss her, too.
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
- (BIRDS CHIRPING) - (SONG PLAYING OVER RADIO)
- (DOOR CREAKS) - Hey. We're home!
- All right. - (DOOR CLOSES)
GREG: Hello?
- (CHUCKLES) Sienna! - Incoming!
- Oh, hey! (GIGGLES) - (GABBIE GIGGLES)
Hey! (SIGHS)
Hey, Gabs.
(SIGHS) Oh, my God, you got so big!
When did that happen? (CHUCKLES)
Never leave me for this long ever again.
SIENNA: I won't.
I promise.
Oh, you got glitter all over your face.
It's just sugar. We were baking. Uh, did you want to help?
Gabbie, Sienna's not even in here two minutes.
Why don't you let her get settled first, all right?
- GABBIE: Fine. - SIENNA: Yeah, I'd love to.
(CHUCKLES)
I'm so happy to see you.
Me too.
- JESSICA: How was the trip? - Yeah, fine.
Wanna see your room?
Go ahead. We'll catch up later.
- Come on. - Yeah. All right.
- I'll see you guys later. - Okay.
And don't pull her arm out.
- (BIRDS CHIRPING) - (♪)
(DOOR UNLOCKS)
- GABBIE: Ready? - Yes!
Oh, my God!
(CHUCKLES) Oh, my God.
It looks like a fairy tale exploded in here.
GABBIE: Do you like it?
Me and mommy redecorated, but I picked out most of it.
I know how much you like dragons and wizards.
I love it.
Really?
Yes, really. This is the coolest room ever.
Are you kidding?
I don't know what to say, this is beautiful.
Made this for you too.
Gabs.
"To Sienna, my big sister from another mister."
"I've missed you more than ever. And getting into trouble
hasn't been nearly as much fun without you."
"Looking forward to the best Christmas ever,
filled with fun, smiles, and laughter."
"Love, Gabby."
"P.S. We still haven't made it to the moon."
(CHUCKLES) To the moon! (INHALES DEEPLY)
Our little cardboard rocket ship.
You remember?
Of course, I do.
Come here.
(♪)
(DOOR CREAKS)
Jesus. (SIGHS)
- Yeah. - Stinks in here.
JACKSON: She's a real beaut, ain't she?
- (RATS SQUEAKING) - DENNIS: Shit!
It's a rat, kid, not the devil.
- Yeah. - JACKSON: Are you all right?
Oh, you've been skittish all day.
DENNIS: I just hate places like this.
It's like they got a soul and they're pissed
- that we're tearing 'em apart. - Oh, shit.
Please don't tell me you believe all the stories
- about this place. - What stories?
Back in the early '90s,
some maniac abducted, and killed over a dozen kids
in this town.
They buried all the bodies
in the basement here in this building.
Now everyone swears the place is haunted.
(♪)
Are you fucking with me?
You're fucking with me.
Of course, I'm fucking with you. (CHUCKLES)
Now come on.
I'll take the first floor and the basement.
And you, upstairs.
- You've been skittish all day. - (SIGHS)
(JACKSON LAUGHS)
("HARK THE HERALD ANGEL SING" PLAYING)
♪ Hark the herald angels sing ♪
♪ Glory to the new-born king ♪
♪ Peace on earth And mercy mild ♪
♪ God and sinners reconciled ♪
♪ Joyful all ye nations rise ♪
♪ Join the triumph Of the skies ♪
♪ With angelic host proclaim ♪
♪ Christ is born in Bethlehem ♪
(♪)
MICHAEL: So, what do you think?
- More Blaster Man? - (CHUCKLES)
What's the matter with Blaster Man?
- I thought you liked him. - You only draw boys.
- Boys, boys, boys. - That's not true.
I draw girls all the ti-- That is a girl right there.
Look at that.
- That is a girl. - But she's not a superhero.
Last time you said you were going to draw a girl
that could beat up Blaster Man.
Remember?
You pinky swore!
That's sacred.
I'm sorry, sweetheart.
I will tell you what, though.
As soon as I'm finished with this comic,
I'm gonna make you something really special.
How's that? Okay?
- Yeah, yeah. - Yeah, yeah.
I will. Okay.
Time for bed.
Sisi!
Wait a minute.
I do have something for you.
(♪)
"I woke up back in the clown café,
encased in glass."
"My lungs filled with ice water."
"This wasn't a dream or a hallucination."
SIENNA: Hey! Give me that
(SIGHS) This isn't for public consumption, nosy.
It's my diary. Okay? And it's for my eyes only.
Got it?
Got it.
What's the clown café?
It's a bad place.
A place I don't want to think about.
Happy thoughts from now on. Okay?
Okay.
(♪)
(SIGHS)
♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells This place fucking smells ♪
(♪)
Disgusting.
(LIGHT BULB FLICKERS, BUZZES)
What the hell is that?
(LIGHT BULB FLICKERS, BUZZES)
DENNIS: Anybody home?
(CHAIR CREAKS)
What the fuck?
Hello?
(WHISTLES)
That's not real. That's not real, right?
Hey, Jackson!
(GASPS)
Anybody home?
Yoo-hoo.
What the fuck?
Holy shit.
Hey, Dennis!
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(BRANCHES RUSTLES)
Dennis!
Hey!
Dennis! Get your ass up here!
Now!
Are you real?
(GROANS)
- (DENNIS SCREAMS) - (OBJECTS THUDDING, CLATTERING)
(BLOOD SQUIRTING)
(EXCLAIMS, WHIMPERS)
- (GROANS) - (BONES CRACKING)
(CHOKES, WHIMPERS)
(CHOKES)
No! (CHOKES)
(CHOKES)
- (SCREAMS) - (FLESH SQUELCHING)
(GROANS, GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
No! No!
(GROANS, SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS)
(GROANS)
(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS, GROANS)
(WHIMPERS, GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS, SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS, GRUNTS)
(WHIMPERS, SCREAMS)
(GROANS)
(FLESH SQUELCHING)
(DENNIS SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS)
- (FLESH SQUELCHING) - (BLOOD DRIPPING)
(SCREAMS)
- (VICTORIA GRUNTS, MOANS) - (SCREAMS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(♪)
(PANTS)
I think we need to make some cookies.
- SIENNA: Yeah. For dessert! - We need to-- Yeah!
We're gonna go all out, man.
SIENNA: Chocolate and peanut butter,
You are right. That's the combination.
You know, those coconut peanut butter ones
- are amazing. - JESSICA: Mm-hmm.
This is going to be a Christmas extravaganza.
GREG: I'd like to go see those lights again anyway.
JESSICA: I wanna see the lights.
I like the holiday market that they have over there.
Gabs, stop starin'.
- It's rude. - GABBIE: What?
- I like her scars. - JESSICA: Gabbie!
No, it's... it's fine.
No, it's not. It's very inappropriate.
I just think they're cool.
GREG: You know what?
Why don't you show her your new scar?
Look at this thing.
- Bad boy. - Ooh. How'd you get that?
Fell off my bike during summer break.
And landed on a broken bottle.
- (INHALES SHARPLY) - GREG: Oh, yeah.
Seven stitches, too.
There was so much blood, and like, this piece of fat
- oozing out. It was-- - JESSICA: All right.
Can we change the subject, please?
I don't wanna think about blood and fat while we're eating.
- So much blood. - JESSICA: Okay, honey.
- (SIENNA CHUCKLES) - You're disgusting.
(LAUGHS)
Regardless, Christmas hasn't really been
the same around here, since someone stopped believing
in Santa Claus.
- SIENNA: When did that happen? - When I was, like, eight.
Oh, stop. You were older than that.
No, I just went along with it,
so you and Daddy wouldn't feel bad.
- I've been finding presents... - (GREG LAUGHS)
...stashed around the house for years now.
Yeah, that's 'cause you're a little snoop.
Yeah. "Finding" is a loose term.
More like investigating and discovering, really.
- BROOKE: Can you pass the rice? - It's not my fault
that they're really, really bad at hiding presents.
Dude, it was under the floorboard,
- under the carpet. - (CHUCKLES)
BROOKE: Pass the rice, please?
Oh, she's also notorious for opening presents
- and then re-wrapping them. - Not very well, either.
- BROOKE: (EXCLAIMS) Sienna! - (TABLE THUDS)
(BROOKE CHUCKLES)
If you don't pass the rice, I'm not gonna leave.
Please? Pass the rice?
Sienna? Hello, Sienna?
You know, I'm dead because of you, okay?
You led us to him.
You, and that little shithead brother of yours.
I'm dead...
and you killed me. (BREATHES DEEPLY)
GREG: I'll figure out...
Just like you killed your mother. (CHUCKLES)
- Oh, that was bad. - I didn't.
GREG: But anyway. I mean, that's how he always did it.
He's kind of cute. (CHUCKLES)
JESSICA: Sienna?
You all right?
Yeah.
BROOKE: Sienna...
(GIGGLES)
I mean, no amount of medication is gonna stop me from being here
in front of you.
You killed me.
The least you can do is pass the rice.
Pass the rice! (GIGGLES)
Pass the rice!
Pass the rice! Pass the rice!
(EXCLAIMS) Pass the rice!
- Excuse me. (CHUCKLES) - (CHAIR SCREECHES)
JESSICA: Um, finish eating, sweetie,
so we can have our fortune cookies.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Whoa! Okay, wow. - (GROANS SOFTLY)
Thanks for knocking, Shaw.
Sorry. (SIGHS)
Uh, wait! Um, aren't you gonna introduce us?
COLE: Uh, wow. Uh,
- Shaw, this is, um, Mia. - Hi. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
She's a really big fan of yours.
I'm not a fan, you asshole.
(CHUCKLES) She's obsessed with the Miles County Clown.
- (SCOFFS) - Like all that true crime shit.
She thinks you're a celebrity, dude.
Don't listen to him. Like, literally, ever.
Um, hi. (CHUCKLES)
It is so nice to meet you.
Hi.
I seriously know, like, everything about you.
Uh, everything online, at least.
Um, I've been following you for years.
I mean, dude, you're a legend.
- You survived Art the Clown! - See? Fucking fangirl.
Eat me.
After you get his autograph.
(SCOFFS, SIGHS)
Um, listen, I actually had a little bit of a favor
that I wanted to ask you. You see, my roommate and I,
we have a true crime podcast. It's called Graven Image.
And our "Miles County Massacre" episodes,
they get our biggest hits by far.
So I was wondering, if maybe you'd be willing
to come on as a guest sometime? I seriously would be so honored.
I... I don't really do things like that.
- (MIA GROANS, SIGHS) - COLE: Jesus!
Do you really think he wants to dredge up
the worst experience of his life?
I mean, the kid's just trying to move on. Right, Shaw?
Okay, well, I get that, but I just--
I think a lot of people would really like
to hear from you after all this time. (SIGHS)
- Oh, my God. - (PHONE RINGING)
Come on!
I... I'll think about it.
- He'll think about it. - Great.
- Ha! - (PHONE RINGING)
Shaw, are you coming to the Beta Christmas bash
- tomorrow night? - I gotta take this.
Oh. Yeah. Girl callin'.
- MIA: Ooh! - It was great meeting you, Mia.
- You too. - (DOOR CLOSES)
God, my man needs to get laid so bad.
- Hey. - Hey. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
How are you? (SIGHS)
I'm, uh, doing good. Just got out of class.
SIENNA: (OVER PHONE) Good.
I just got to Aunt Jess'. Yeah, a couple hours ago.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
It's really good to hear your voice.
You know, I... I miss you.
I miss you, too. Is, uh, everything all right?
- (PILLS CLATTERING) - SIENNA: (OVER PHONE) Yeah.
Yeah. (BREATHES DEEPLY)
I'm calling because, um...
I'm... I'm really excited we're gonna be
spending Christmas together.
- It's been too long. - JONATHAN: Yeah, it has.
I'm, uh, really looking forward to it.
Well, uh... (CHUCKLES)
I guess I'll see you in a couple days?
JONATHAN: See you soon.
Love you.
Love you more.
(SIGHS)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Are you okay?
Yeah.
It's, um... (CLICKS TONGUE) ...just this new medication
I'm on. It makes me queasy sometimes.
Oh.
(CLICKS TONGUE) I need to be creative.
Wanna be my canvas?
- (RATS SQUEAKING) - (♪)
(LIQUID BOILING, SIZZLING)
(RATS SQUEAKING)
(BONES CRACKING)
(RATS SQUEAKING)
(GAS HISSES)
(ICE SHATTERS)
(RATS SQUEAKING)
(KISSES)
(GABBIE LAUGHS)
All right. Something's happening here.
- Can I see already? - SIENNA: Hold your horses.
I mean, you are starting to look quite enchanted,
if I do say so myself.
Like a fantasy princess. (SIGHS) All right, we're going to put
a little bit more elven eye shadow
to go with that magic blush. Close your eyes.
You know, you could be a professional makeup artist.
- Right? - Why, thank you.
I actually forgot how much I enjoy this.
Eyes open.
Great. All right, let's do some lips.
GABBIE: Mm-hmm.
How'd you get those scars?
You and these scars.
(INHALES DEEPLY) I got into a fight.
Did you win?
Yeah, I won. Chin up.
All right, gimme one of these.
(SMACKS LIPS)
You're all done.
You wanna see this mystical masterpiece?
Yeah.
Wow!
It looks amazing.
Your face did all the work.
(CHUCKLES)
- (ALL CHEER) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Take a picture!
- All right. - Can I join the Mile High Club
- in your sleigh? - Oh, my God!
- (LAUGHS) Oh, ho! Ho! Ho! - I'd fuck ya.
- Please, please... - No, Mrs. Claus would shank me
- in my sleep. - Please Santa!
- My wife's dead. - Okay.
- Wanna come down my chimney? - Yeah! Yeah!
Oh, my God, come in her chimney!
- (LAUGHS) Oh! Ho! Ho! - I've got a chimney.
- Okay, girls. - I'm a naughty little reindeer.
SANTA: Okay-- (CHUCKLES) Thank you.
DRUNK GIRL: I wanna do drugs on your stomach!
- Be good. - Is this one mine?
- Yeah! - Ho, ho, ho!
Ho, ho, ho! Oh, shit.
Goddamn!
I think I know what I want for Christmas.
That Santa outfit comes with some perks, dude.
SANTA: Girls! I don't remember if I told you, but so I've been
in entertainment for a long time.
I'm Santa now, I was Elvis. Those girls! Laughlin, 1980s.
(INDISTINCT CHEERING)
Nothing like this.
- To Laughlin. - Laughlin!
- To Laughlin? - SANTA: To Laughlin.
- I'm good. - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(BOTH SCREAM)
DRUNK GIRL: You racist piece of shit!
(GULPS, SIGHS)
Shit. Get a load of this fucking guy.
Friend of yours, Eddie? That is a fucking first.
All right, well, now hold on now, listen.
I'm wearing the outfit, right?
So it's just like Elvis.
He gets the full Santa experience
if he wants it, all right?
Hello. Hello. (CHUCKLES)
Hi, hi!
You-- Come on over. Come on over.
It's fine. Yeah!
(LAUGHS)
Hi, hi. Yes, yes.
Yes, that's... that's me, that's me.
Guilty as charged. (LAUGHS)
Hey Santa, it looks like you got a fan.
What's with the outfit, pal?
Yeah, did the circus come to town?
(GRUNTS)
Hey, buddy. Watch it.
That's the real deal.
(CHUCKLES) That's my... that's my beard.
If Santa doesn't have a real beard,
he's not a real Santa Claus. (LAUGHS)
Hey, fella, what's in the bag?
Oh, he's gonna show us.
Hey, what do ya got?
This is not-- Usually I'm the one
who's bringing the magical sack of toys.
(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
What?
- (HORN HONKING RAPIDLY) - (SANTA GASPS)
- (LAUGHS) - (HORN HONKING RAPIDLY)
Oh, that's good!
(HORN HONKING RAPIDLY)
Okay. That's enough.
SANTA: All right, now, look, I'm startin' to like this guy
I really am. Clowny. Put-- put your little horn away.
Have a seat.
And uh, Santa'll buy him a drink.
- (LAUGHS) - (BAG RUSTLES)
Clowny, I'm startin' to like you.
("SILENT NIGHT" PLAYING SOFTLY)
JESSICA: Here you go.
I hope I gave you enough marshmallows.
Oh. It's... it's perfect. (CHUCKLES) Thank you.
(SLURPS)
- (SIGHS) - JESSICA: Hmm.
Some peace and quiet around here, finally, huh?
- (CHUCKLES) - JESSICA: You must be exhausted.
No, I...
I feel...
- (SIGHS) - What?
Normal?
(SIGHS) Look, I'm not going to pretend
that I know what you're going through,
because I don't. I...
I can't even begin to imagine it.
But I promise... it'll get better.
You remind me so much of mom. (CHUCKLES)
(BREATHES DEEPLY) Before dad died...
(SIGHS) ...she was the sweetest person. (CHUCKLES)
Could talk to her about anything. (CHUCKLES)
(CLICKS TONGUE) Yeah, she was.
Mouth like a truck driver, though.
She cursed so much.
- (BOTH LAUGH) - JESSICA: So much!
She once called Sister Rosemary a C-U-N-T
- in the sixth grade. - (LAUGHS)
I don't know where she came from!
Nobody in our family talks like that.
(SIGHS DEEPLY) I miss her.
I miss her so much. (SOBS)
I know, sweetie.
I know.
I miss her, too.
(SANTA LAUGHS)
Hey, Santa. Looks like you got some competition.
It's Clowny Claus!
(SMOKEY LAUGHS)
SANTA: Hey, no. Hey, you're a natural.
You look good. But don't get it dirty.
And remember to give it back.
You don't want to get on Santa's naughty list.
(LAUGHS)
Hey, why don't you tell Santa what you want
- for Christmas, little boy? - Better hygiene?
All right, come on, let's have a drink,
uh, for everybody, okay? Come on.
Got ID?
Uh, come on.
He's obviously old enough. All right.
You think I'm gonna lose my license for this guy?
- Don't bust the clown's balls. - This is normal to you?
Sorry about this, Clowny.
There, see? He's got it.
Maurice Jackson?
Eddie, you're killing me. Can we just celebrate?
- Come on. - Fuck it. It's Christmas.
SANTA: All right, let's have a drink!
To my new friend, huh?
To Maurice Jackson!
- Maurice Jackson. - SMOKEY: Cheers!
(GULPS)
(SPITS)
- (LAUGHS) - What the fuck is the matter
- with you? - What's your problem, pal?
Guy buys you a drink
and you spit it back in his fucking face?
Hey, man. That's... that's wrong.
Now look, you see, you... you were just rude,
and you shouldn't have been rude.
Let's go, Clowny. Get up.
No, I'm not ki--
(URINE PATTERING)
- SMOKEY: Oh, shit. - What the...
What the fuck are you doing?
He peed on him!
- Fucking told you! - Are you fucking kidding me?
- I'm gonna fucking kill you! - Hey, hey, hey!
You sick fuck!
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - Hey! Calm down!
- I'll fucking kill him! - Hey.
- SANTA: Fuck you! - (GRUNTS)
- SANTA: Goddammit. - Smokey, get his bag!
SANTA: Son of a bitch! This is my busy weekend.
- EDDIE: I know. - (ALL GRUNT)
SANTA: Fuck this thing out of here.
EDDIE: Jesus, fuck!
Get that the fuck out of here.
(EDDIE GRUNTS)
- Hey! - You motherfucker!
- I'll fucking kill you! - EDDIE: I got it.
- SANTA: Goddammit! - Want me to call the cops?
I don't want you to call the cops.
I want you to call a fucking dry cleaner.
EDDIE: Dry cleaner! Smokey, get a fucking mop!
I told you, don't let him the fuck in here.
You said he's fuckin' normal!
Sit down, sit down!
Fuckin' you told me. Have a fucking drink.
Can't take a fucking hint, can you?
I'm not gonna tell you again--
(GUNSHOT)
(BOTTLE RATTLING, SHATTERING)
(WHIMPERS, CHOKES)
- Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. - (EDDIE WHIMPERS, CHOKES)
- SANTA: Eddie? - (GROANS)
- (GUNSHOT) - SANTA: (YELPS) Oh, Smokey!
(SCREAMS) Oh, God, Smokey!
(SCREAMS) Oh, no! Oh, God! Oh, God. No!
- Oh, God. No, no, no! - (CHOKES)
SANTA: No! Sir! No, Sir! No, no, no!
Sir! No, no, please. Please, please!
(WHIMPERS) Let me be the first to apologize
for whatever's happened here tonight. (WHIMPERS, SOBS)
I don't... I don't know what happened.
Here, take it! Take it, take it, take it!
It's yours! You looked really good in it!
Here! Take it all! You be Santa!
Clowny, we're in the same business.
It's just me and you, remember?
(CRIES) It's just me and you. We're in the same business.
(BREATHES SHAKILY) We make people happy. (WHIMPERS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
- (♪) - (SANTA WHIMPERS)
(SCREAMS) Help me, help me! God, help me!
Hey, you! Pay attention to me. Help me!
That isn't even funny. It's not funny.
The fuck? Come on!
Oh, Clowny, please, please, Clowny, help me!
(GRUNTS, SOBS) Please, God! Oh, God, help me!
Oh, God! Clowny, come on!
(GRUNTS) Oh! Oh! Oh!
(♪)
Oh. You... you look good, Clowny.
You look good.
Oh, yeah, that's... that's never looked better.
Look, I'll go now, then.
You know, you're... you're Santa Claus, right?
So I can go. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) Yeah.
(SOBS, SCREAMS) Oh, help! Help me!
(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS) Help me!
(SOBS) Oh, Clowny! (WHIMPERS) Clowny. Oh, oh!
What the hell is that?
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Oh, God! Oh, God.
Clowny. Clowny. Clowny, look at me.
Clowny, I'm not really Santa Claus.
(GRUNTS) No, no, wait. Listen to me.
I have a name.
I have a real-- No, I have a real name!
My... my name is Charles Johnson.
Clowny, and I have a wife, a wife!
I have a wife and two kids.
Hey, Clowny. No! No, no, no, Clowny, no!
Listen to me, Clowny, I beg you.
Listen, I have four gorgeous grandchildren.
And their names, their names are Brian, and Denise, and--
- (SCREAMS) - (GAS HISSES)
(GROANS, SCREAMS)
(GROANS)
Oh, no, no! No! (SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS)
(GROANS)
(SCREAMS) Oh, God!
(SCREAMS)
Clowny! (SCREAMS, SOBS)
Clowny, it hurts so much, please!
(SOBS)
(SCREAMS)
- (SCREAMS) - (GAS HISSES)
(CHARLES GROANS)
- (MUMBLES) - (♪)
- (SKIN SHATTERING) - (BLOOD SPLATTERING)
(♪)
(CRIES, SCREAMS)
(MUMBLES, GROANS)
So... (SIGHS) ...how is she?
As good as can be expected.
I mean, Gabbie brought some life back
- into her today, right? - (CHUCKLES)
It's nice to see her smile a little bit.
(CHUCKLES) Oh, my God, Gabbie.
She follows Sienna around like a brand-new puppy.
- GREG: It's concerning. - (SIGHS)
Now they're going Christmas shopping tomorrow.
- Just the two of 'em? - Mm-hmm.
Sienna wants to pick up a gift for Jonathan.
You really think that's a good idea?
They'll be fine.
- Jess... - (SIGHS)
...did you not see what happened today?
What if that little episode
was just a microcosm of what's to come?
- What if that shit gets worse? - I'm not gonna abandon her.
She's healing. It's gonna take time.
- She's taking her medication. - (SIGHS)
All I'm saying is,
let's keep our guard up, all right?
I know. That's all I'm saying.
Okay.
- (♪) - (SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
("WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS" PLAYING)
(♪)
♪ We wish you A merry Christmas ♪
MALL SANTA: Ho, ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!
What is your name?
This way please. This way.
All right, sweetie, look over here. Ready?
Don't go past this point. You'll get me in trouble.
Thank you! Next.
All right, buddy, smile for the camera.
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) - You guys ready to meet Santa?
What are you going to ask for?
- Makeup? - Yeah.
Are you old enough for makeup?
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) - Okay. Thank you. Next.
♪ Now bring us a figgy pudding Now bring us a figgy pudding ♪
♪ And a cup of good cheer ♪
- Hey, Gabs. - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- You think he'll like this? - GABBIE: Hmm. Not sure.
I don't think Jonathan is really into black anymore.
Jonathan doesn't wear black? Mr. Death Metal?
I don't think he listens to that anymore either.
Just a phase, I guess.
All right. Well, then, uh...
- what does he wear now? - GABBIE: I don't know.
Normal clothes?
Really narrows it down. Thanks, Gabs.
Okay, sweetie. You ready?
(GIGGLES)
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) - Okay. Thank you.
- (CHUCKLES) Bye, Santa. - MALL SANTA: Bye.
At least it's better than Louisville.
You got a point, Bob.
Let's take a break.
Oh! Sorry, folks.
Santa's gotta go feed his reindeer.
You know, I'm not in charge here.
- Can we go on a break too? Or... - Sure.
This one's nice.
Hmm, not bad.
- Is it your favorite? - Top three.
All right. Well then, you choose.
You know your dad better than me.
- (♪) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(FEEDBACK WHINES)
(INDISTINCT SONG PLAYING OVER PA)
- (INDISTINCT VOICE OVER PA) - (♪)
(INDISTINCT SPEECH IN SLOW MOTION)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
(INDISTINCT DISTORTED SPEECH IN SLOW MOTION)
CHILD: (IN DISTORTED VOICE) Hey, Santa!
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
CHILD: (IN DISTORTED VOICE) Hey, Santa.
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
CHILD: (IN DISTORTED VOICE) Hey, Santa... (INDISTINCT)
- (LAUGHS) - (♪)
- Hey! - (GASPS)
- (PANTS) - What are you staring at?
Nothing.
Come on, you ready? Let's get going.
- Yeah. You okay? - Yeah.
(SIGHS, WHIMPERS)
CO-HOST: (OVER VIDEO) Look. You know my theory
on the subject hasn't changed.
MIA: Don't even say it.
CO-HOST: Because you know I'm right.
Sienna Shaw is the prime suspect.
MIA: Stop! That is ludicrous.
CO-HOST: Look, we could just look at the facts.
Do you want to just do that? Facts...
Okay, she's linked to every single victim?
- Okay? - She was at every crime scene?
A history of mental illness
- in her family? - MIA: Irrelevant.
CO-HOST: Abusive father
who just so happened to be obsessed
with Art the Clown? And there's no body.
How about you show me the dead clown's body?
Dude, there's so many holes in that story.
Like, how do you not see that?
CO-HOST: If Jonathan Shaw hadn't testified
on his sister's behalf, she'd probably be serving
a life sentence right now.
You shouldn't be saying that shit.
(PHONE RINGING)
(♪)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
You look great. Your, uh...
Your scars are healing up nicely.
Yeah, yours too.
Gabbie thinks I look cool, apparently. (CHUCKLES)
So uh, why'd you want to see me right now?
I... I missed you.
I mean, can't a sister see her little brother?
(CHUCKLES)
Um, actually, I was, uh... I was thinking,
why don't you come over Aunt Jess' tonight?
I mean, why wait till Christmas Eve?
You've gotta be done with classes by now, right?
I can't. I can't tonight.
Why not?
Uh-- There's... there's a party on campus
that I was invited to.
Really?
Oh. (CHUCKLES)
That's good. No. I'm happy. I--
Jonathan Shaw spotted in public!
What is this, a Christmas miracle?
Dick! Um...
Sienna, this is Cole, my roommate.
- Cole-- - Oh, wow! Hey! Big sis.
I've, uh, heard a lot about you.
Uh, it's nice to finally meet you.
Hi.
Well, you've got a cool baby bro here,
and I treat him like he's my own.
You treat me like shit.
(CHUCKLES) All right. Well, he jokes.
Oh, shit. Let me get out of here.
- Oh, my God. (CHUCKLES) - COLE: Oh.
Sienna! You're Sienna Shaw!
I... (CHUCKLES) ...I'm seriously, so--
I can't believe, I'm sitting here with you guys.
I was literally just telling your little brother--
I'm sorry. I'm probably being a little weird.
I'm just-- I'm super stoked to see you. (CHUCKLES)
- Um... - Mia has been following
our story very closely.
I am a true crime enthusiast,
and I've actually been following your case in particular
for years on my podcast, and no rush or anything,
but I do know the five-year anniversary
is coming up and the fan base is rabid.
Like, we would literally kill for anything.
I'm thinking, "Get Readys with Me,"
"What I Eat in a Day." Just show us how you're coping.
You know, what you do on a daily basis,
anything like that.
How I'm coping?
Yeah. (SIGHS)
How we're coping?
Well, uh...
I've been in and out of a psychiatric hospital
for the past five years.
- Oh. (SIGHS) - I see images of my dead friends
and relatives on a daily basis,
images that wake me up screaming in the middle of the night.
I have hideous scars all over my body,
and every time I see them,
I think of how that sick fuck who ruined our lives
is still out there. And you want to know
how I'm coping with everything?
You guys are all the same.
- You're leeches. - Sienna.
Can't you act like
- a human being for one... - (TABLE THUDS)
- (MIA GASPS) - ...fucking second!
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Sienna, what's wrong with you?
- I saw him today. - JONATHAN: Who?
- Where? - At the mall, with Gabbie.
How can you be sure it was really him?
I'm not, I'm not sure of anything anymore.
I don't know what's real, or what's in my fucking head.
Well, what'd you see exactly?
He was dressed as Santa Claus.
- Santa Claus? - Yeah, okay, I know,
I know how that sounds, okay? But...
(BREATHES DEEPLY) ...it was him.
I could... I could feel it.
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
We both know this isn't over.
You don't know that.
I mean, Jesus Christ, you cut his fucking head off!
SIENNA: Come here!
(♪)
SIENNA: Hey, what is this?
Jonathan! Hey! Why are you shutting me out?
I'm not shutting you out.
- You don't believe me? - (JONATHAN SIGHS)
- Why would he come back here? - (SCOFFS)
Even if he was alive, which he isn't.
Wouldn't you want to get as far away
from here as possible, as far away from you?
Maybe it's me they want. Isn't that what you said?
Boy genius. What are you, Mr. Academic now?
You think you're too good for your own-- (SHUDDERS)
- I'm sorry. (BREATHES SHAKILY) - At least I'm fucking trying.
I'm proud of you. (BREATHES DEEPLY)
We need each other, okay?
I need you.
What we need to do is move on.
Let it go.
It's over.
"We have to destroy the little girl
before it's too late, Sienna."
"Destroy her, because she's inhuman. A demon."
I still have your letters.
You wrote me almost every week
when I first went away. You remember that?
All your theories about demonology, possession.
You became obsessed. But you weren't crazy.
You were right!
- I'm not listening to this. - You listen to me!
"Sometimes demons try to enter our world,
only they can't do it alone."
"They have to choose a vessel, someone recently deceased
who functions as a bridge between worlds."
"But not just anyone."
"Someone sinister, depraved. The worst kind of evil."
Like a serial killer?'
"If a demon enters this world in the flesh,
a counterpart must be appointed to stop it
from becoming too powerful. It's you, Sienna."
"As long as you're alive,
they're vulnerable, and they know it."
That's why Daddy created the sword.
Whoever chose me was guiding him.
He was preparing me for this.
It's using Victoria Heyes as a host now, isn't it?
(♪)
SIENNA: That's why she disappeared that night.
(RATS SQUEAKING)
What do you wanna do?
What, do we just up and leave town?
Call the cops? (SIGHS)
- Tell Aunt Jess and Uncle Greg? - No. They'll never believe us.
Especially me.
I have to go back to the Terrifier.
Why?
It's still buried there, isn't it?
And if I'm right,
it might be the only thing that can stop them.
("JINGLE BELLS" PLAYING)
♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way ♪
♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh ♪
♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way ♪
♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh ♪
(♪)
Hey, Santa!
♪ Dashing through the snow In a one-horse open sleigh ♪
♪ O'er the fields we go Laughing all the way ♪
♪ Bells on bobtails ring Making spirits bright ♪
♪ What fun it is To ride and sing ♪
♪ A sleighing song tonight ♪
Sarah, get back over here!
Wow. Thanks, Santa.
Hey, Santa's handing out presents!
(CHILDREN CHEER)
♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
("JOY TO THE WORLD" PLAYING)
♪ Joy to the world The Lord is come ♪
♪ Let earth receive Her king ♪
What's going on here?
- That's not Bill. - What?
MALL ELF 1: That's not our Santa Claus.
♪ And heaven and nature sing ♪
♪ And heaven and heaven And nature sing ♪
SECURITY GUARD: Kids, clear out of here.
(CHILDREN YELL)
SECURITY GUARD: Get goin'!
Let'’s go
♪ Joy to the world The Savior reigns! ♪
♪ Let men their songs employ ♪
Who is this Santa?
He's scaring my kid.
Yeah, he's scaring me, too.
SECURITY GUARD: What do you think you're doing?
You can't be here.
♪ Repeat the sounding joy ♪
I said, let's go.
♪ Repeat, repeat The sounding joy ♪
Come on. Get the kids out of here.
Sarah! What did I say?
Christ Almighty, what's the uproar, people?
Get the fuck out!
Don't come back!
♪ And makes the nations prove ♪
- Come on! - No!
♪ The glories of His righteousness ♪
Corey?
♪ And wonders of His love And wonders of His love ♪
Corey, get back over here!
Back in line, kids. Time for the real Santa.
- I wonder what I got. - COREY'S MOM: Corey!
(SCREAMS)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
(COREY'S MOM SCREAMS)
- (PEOPLE CLAMOR) - (FIRE ALARM BLARING)
(COREY'S MOM SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS)
(♪)
(PANTS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
- (PHONE KEYS CLICKING) - (BREATHES HEAVILY)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(GASPS, BREATHES HEAVILY)
(SOBS)
(HANDBRAKE RATCHETING)
(♪)
- What's that? - (GASPS)
Jesus!
(SIGHS) You scared me. What are you doing,
snooping around like that?
- Is it for me? - (SIGHS)
None of your business, nosy.
- It is, isn't it? - No, it's not.
And don't even think about opening it, all right?
What happened to your hands?
My hands?
(SIGHS) I fell, okay? I slipped on some ice
and took a ridiculously nasty spill
in front of, like, 20 college students.
Is that what you wanna hear?
(GIGGLES) I wish I saw that.
You think that's funny? Come here!
No! (SHRIEKS, LAUGHS)
♪ Christmas ♪ (GIGGLES, LAUGHS)
(CAR TIRES SCREECH)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DISTANCE)
♪ Shady ♪
♪ Save us all From Satan'’s power ♪
(VOCALIZES)
♪ Save us all From Satan'’s power ♪
(VOCALIZES)
♪ God rest ye merry gentlemen Let nothing you dismay ♪
FRAT BOY 1: Yo, grab that door?
FRAT BRO 2: Here we go.
Thank you.
That is wicked!
FRAT BOY 1: Kegs here! (IMITATES DOG BARKING)
(FRAT BOYS CHEERING, APPLAUDING)
Hmm! Something smells amazing.
You're back late. How's your brother?
Oh, he's good. Yeah. (CLICKS TONGUE)
He's going to a campus Christmas party tonight.
Jonathan's going to a Christmas party?
Oh! It'’s nice to hear he's socializing.
Yeah. (SIGHS)
God, these are so freaking cute, Aunt Jess.
Those are my favorite. Do you want some?
Hm, no, thanks.
Oh, sorry, I forgot you don't like cereal anymore.
- Who doesn't like cereal? - GABBIE: Sienna.
What? Sienna, you don't like cereal?
I mean, I can understand tofu or lima beans,
but cereal's the best.
JESSICA: I know, honey. Chill.
Yeah, I just try to stay away from too much sugar.
GREG: Well, you got more willpower than me.
Hey, Gabs, what do you say we go upstairs,
and play some board games? Mm-hmm? Let's go.
Yeah. I think we need some Christmas tree sprinkles.
JESSICA: We don't need any more.
You need Christmas tree sprinkles.
What are you in the mood for? I have a ton.
Pictionary, Guess Who, Monopoly.
I like Monopoly. Takes forever, though.
I never told you I don't like cereal.
What?
How'd you know I don't like cereal?
Gabbie?
Did you read my journal?
I'm sorry. (SIGHS)
Please don't be mad at me.
(DOOR LOCK CLICKS)
- Where is it? - I put it back in your room.
How much of it did you read?
- Tell me. - All of it?
Jesus, Gabbie. You...
you promised me.
I'm sorry. I wanted to know what happened to you.
Is it true?
All that stuff about the clown and Uncle Michael?
You saw him today, didn't you?
At the mall. That's why you freaked out.
Gabbie, I'm sick.
I... I see things that aren't there.
And sometimes, I write about it in my journal
and talk about it with people who can help me.
So you didn't really chop off the clown's head
with the magical sword?
No. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Damn, that would've been so cool.
SIENNA: Gabs.
You have to promise me you're not gonna tell anyone
what you read in my journal, okay?
Not your parents, not your friends at school.
No one. Promise me.
I promise.
Pinky swear.
Okay.
(BREATHES DEEPLY, CLICKS TONGUE)
Let's play Pictionary so I can kick your ass.
(CHUCKLES)
(GAME PIECES CLATTER)
COLE: Yo! Shaw, it'’s, uh, Cole
You're probably, still passed out.
Uh, look, I just wanted to call
and see if you're okay, man? Um, yeah.
Gimme a call back whenever you get this, but uh,
if you can't reach me, I'll be at the Beta bash, so...
Peace.
You don't think I was that insensitive before,
- do you? - Uh, yes.
Yes, I do actually.
Okay, I get it's like a touchy subject and all,
but come on! It didn't happen yesterday.
It happened five years ago.
Yeah, I don't think that's something
you ever really get over.
Well, she still didn't need to snap at me the way she did.
Besides, talking it out is good therapy.
I was basically doing her a favor.
COLE: Wow, how selfless of you. (CHUCKLES)
Well, what about Jonathan?
Do you think he'd still be willing to do it?
(CHUCKLES) I don't know, Mia.
- (CHUCKLES) - Oh, my God.
Cole, I want that interview.
I mean, sitting across from someone
who actually encountered Art the Clown?
The most famous serial killer since Jack the Ripper.
It's historic.
"Encountered." That's, um, putting it mildly,
wouldn't you say?
- The kid was almost butchered. - You know what I mean.
I want to know what it's like to be
in the presence of that kind of evil.
What goes through your brain
when he's close enough to you that you feel his breath
on your body?
What does he smell like?
- (COLE CLEARS THROAT) - (ART SNIFFS)
MIA: When you look into his eyes, what do you see?
Is there a soul, or... (INHALES)
- (LAUGHS) "His eyes!" - (MIA SIGHS)
You sound like you want to fuck him.
I don't want to fuck him.
(GROANS) I mean...
you're friendly with Jonathan.
You said he looks up to you, right?
Maybe you can convince him for me?
- Mia... (SCOFFS) - MIA: Come on.
Do it for me.
Please?
I'll be nice.
- I promise. - COLE: Mm-hmm.
All I need is 20 minutes, tops.
(GIGGLES) I'll make it worth your while.
(BOTH BREATHES DEEPLY)
(COLE SIGHS) Oh.
Wow. You are very persuasive. (CHUCKLES)
(BREATHES HEAVILY) I'll see what I can do.
- (MIA KISSES) - (COLE BREATHES HEAVILY)
Okay, so remind me how to play this again.
- It's been a while. - Wait. We need more players.
Dad, come on.
My God.
NEWS ANCHOR: ...rocks the Centerville Mall
- just outside of Miles County. - Dad?
Again, five people have been declared dead at this time
and six are in critical condition.
The explosion happened around 5:00 p.m. this afternoon
at the Centerville Mall, as the children gathered around
the holiday Santa display.
No suspects are in custody at this time,
as the investigation is still underway.
Close? (CHUCKLES)
I was pretty damn close! Too close for my liking.
Was it a terrorist attack?
- I don't know, baby. - BYSTANDER: (OVER TV) Anyway,
here's what I saw. There was this guy,
and he was dressed as Santa Claus,
and he was handing out presents to kids.
Every little kid that was there.
I heard a commotion, and then I saw security
leading the guy out. And then, bam!
There was an explosion right there. Holy shit.
(BREATHES SHAKILY) He's here, he's here.
It's not safe. It's not safe.
(PANTS, GROANS)
It's not safe. It's not safe.
Sienna, what are you talking about?
The Miles County Clown. (PANTS)
- I saw... I saw him today. - It's fine.
Listen to me. No, I saw him today.
- GREG: All right. - Okay, I saw him.
(CRIES) And I wasn't gonna say anything,
because I knew you wouldn't believe me.
- GREG: Okay. - And he's gonna come for us.
- (SOBS) - No, honey. No.
He's gonna come for us. Okay?
- JESSICA: Sienna. - We have to get--
As long as I'm here, we're in danger. Okay.
We're in danger. We have to get as far away
from here as possible.
There's no Miles County Clown, Sienna.
No, it was him, okay? I saw him!
Listen to me!
- GABBIE: Mom? - Stop it!
You are scaring Gabbie. Stop it!
SIENNA: (BREATHES HEAVILY) Jonathan!
- We have to call Jonathan. - I will call Jonathan.
- You're scaring Gabbie! - Jonathan knows.
- Stop it! - We have to call Jonathan,
right now!
(PHONE RINGING)
- (PHONE RINGING) - (SIGHS)
Hey, Uncle Greg.
Jonathan. Dude, your sister is freaking out over here, man.
She saw something on the news, and she's adamant
about getting you over here as soon as possible.
She thinks you're in danger.
Why, uh...
What'd she see?
She saw the news, man, about the explosion.
Look, I think a few people were killed,
and now she's--
- Look, dude. It's bad. - I need to talk to him!
- Okay? - Sienna!
Jonathan.
(SOBS) Oh! It's happening, it's happening, okay?
You need to let Uncle Greg come, and get you right now!
You're not safe. You're not safe. (SNIFFLES)
JONATHAN: Uh, okay, I'll come over.
Did you get it?
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
Yeah, I got it. (WHIMPERS, SNIFFLES)
JONATHAN: See you soon.
Okay.
- (♪) - (WIND WHISTLING)
JESSICA: I gave her something to help her sleep.
Good.
You were right.
We'll talk about it when I get back.
Be careful.
Call me if anything.
JESSICA: Hey, sweetie.
You okay?
Where's Sienna?
She's sleeping.
(SIGHS)
She's gonna go back to the hospital, isn't she?
I don't know, baby.
I don't want her to.
But if she's not well, we gotta do what's best for her.
What if she's right?
What if the Miles County Clown is back?
He's not, Gabs.
You're safe. Sienna's just scared.
Nothing's going to happen to any of us.
Okay? Just get some rest.
Jonathan and Daddy will be back soon.
- Okay. - JESSICA: I love you.
Love you too, mom.
YOUNG SIENNA: (VOICE ECHOES) What's that?
MICHAEL: I need you to listen to me.
(SHOWER RUNNING)
(MIA MOANS)
(MOANS)
(MOANS, GROANS)
- (GASPS, MOANS) - (COLE GROANS)
(URINE SPLASHING)
- (TAP SQUEAKING) - (WATER GUSHING)
(WATER SLOSHING)
(TAP SQUEAKING)
(♪)
(METAL CLINKING)
(♪)
(GASPS, MOANS)
(MOANS)
(♪)
(GASPS, MOANS)
(BOTH MOANS)
(CHAINSAW CORD RATCHETING, REVVING)
- (GASPS) - (CHAINSAW REVVING)
- (CHAINSAW ROARING) - (GLASS SHATTERING)
(BOTH SHRIEKING, SCREAMING)
- (BOTH WHIMPERING, SCREAMING) - (CHAINSAW REVVING)
- (ART LAUGHS) - (CHAINSAW REVVING)
(SCREAMS) No!
- (SCREAMS) - (GRUNTS, SCREAMS)
(BOTH SCREAM)
- (SCREAMS) - (FLESH SQUELCHING)
- (BOTH SCREAMING) - (CHAINSAW REVVING)
- (COLE GROANS, GRUNTS) - (SCREAMS, SHRIEKS) Cole! No!
- (FLESH SQUELCHING) - (BONE SNAPPING)
- (SCREAMS) - (ART LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY)
- (SCREAMS) - (CHAINSAW REVVING)
(GASPS, SHRIEKS)
- Mia! - (MIA SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS) Mia!
Help! Help us!
COLE: (GROANS, SCREAMS) Please!
(CRIES, GROANS) Oh, Mia, no, Mia!
(SCREAMS)
- (WHIMPERS, GROANS) - (GROWLS)
(♪)
(COLE SCREAMS)
- (SCREAMS) Mia! - (CHAINSAW REVVING)
No! (SCREAMS, WHIMPERS)
- (SCREAMS) - (ART LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY)
(FLESH SQUELCHING)
(COLE SCREAMS)
Oh, Mia! No!
(WHIMPERS, SCREAMS)
(GROANS)
No! No!
(SCREAMS)
(PANTS, SCREAMS)
(GROANS, SCREAMS)
(CHAINSAW REVVING)
- (SCREAMS) - (FLESH SQUELCHING)
(WHIMPERS, SCREAMS)
(CHAINSAW IDLING)
(CHAINSAW REVVING)
("IT'S A TERRIFIER CHRISTMAS" PLAYING)
♪ Cozy fire, festive lights ♪
♪ Charming little tree ♪
♪ Be prepared to die tonight ♪
♪ He'’s coming, wait and see ♪
♪ It's a Terrifier Christmas ♪
♪ Let the horror Fill your heart ♪
♪ You hear footsteps That's not Santa ♪
♪ It's a jolly clown named Art ♪
♪ He's a Miles County legend ♪
♪ With a smile That brings a chill ♪
♪ On a journey To outdo himself ♪
♪ And top his latest kill ♪
♪ It's a Terrifier Christmas ♪
♪ Sing along and harmonize ♪
♪ '‘Cause Art'’s Just getting started ♪
♪ And the death toll'’s On the rise ♪
♪ It's a Terrifier Christmas! ♪
♪ Fa, la-la, la-la, la-la La, la, la! ♪
♪ La! ♪
(♪)
JONATHAN: (OVER PHONE) Hey, Uncle Greg.
GREG: Jonathan. I'm here.
JONATHAN: Where? I don't see you.
I'm parked right where you told me.
I'm in front of your dorm.
Jonathan, can you hear me?
JONATHAN: (CHUCKLES) I'll be...
(IN DISTORTED VOICE) ...right there.
(SIGHS)
MICHAEL: Sisi...
wait a minute.
I do have something for you.
(♪)
MICHAEL: Ta-da!
(GASPS) You drew it! I knew you would!
Yeah, I just-- I didn't think it was really ready,
but, um...
you like her?
I love her.
She's beautiful.
Is she an angel?
Not just an angel.
She's an angel warrior.
You see that fire sword?
It has special powers.
She can defeat any bad guy with that sword,
and it can never hurt her.
YOUNG SIENNA: Wow.
Can she defeat Blaster Man?
Oh, yeah. Ten Blaster Men.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
So cool.
Well... (CLICKS TONGUE) ...now you get to name her.
- I can name her? - MICHAEL: Of course you can.
It's your character, isn't it?
Thanks, Dad.
You're very welcome, sweetheart.
(YOUNG SIENNA WHIMPERS)
- (♪) - (YOUNG SIENNA WHIMPERS, GASPS)
Dad?
(SCREAMS, SHRIEKS)
YOUNG SIENNA: Daddy?
- (SCREAMS) - (GROWLS)
Daddy!
Let go.
- (YOUNG SIENNA GASPS) - (GASPS, BREATHES HEAVILY)
- (WHIMPERS) - (BREATHES HEAVILY)
(♪)
What's that?
Sisi, I need you to listen to me.
Look. Look at me, look at me.
I am always with you.
(WHIMPERS, SCREAMS)
(HAMMER CLANGS)
(♪)
- (GROWLS) - (GASPS)
- (CHAINS RATTLING) - (GROWLS)
(CHAINS RATTLING)
(GROWLS)
- (HAMMER CLANGS) - (GASPS)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
GREG: (IN DISTANCE) We have got to put a stop to this
before it goes too far, Jess.
JESSICA: (IN DISTANCE) What do you suggest we do?
GREG: I think we should call the doctor immediately.
- That's what we should do. - JESSICA: I'm not doing that.
GREG: It's obvious she's unstable.
- JESSICA: She's just confused. - GREG: Confused my ass. Come on.
There's no telling what she's liable to do.
JESSICA: I'm not sending her back to that place
GREG: Listen to me. She is a danger right now.
Not only to herself, but to us, to our family.
- We have to think about Gabbie. - (JESSICA SHUSHES)
Keep your voice down.
I don't want Sienna to hear us.
Oh, I don't give a fuck if she hears us or not.
As a matter of fact, you know what I think
we should do to Sienna?
I think we should go upstairs and smother her in her sleep.
JESSICA: Then we'd be free.
GREG: Free from her bullshit.
- Free... - JESSICA: Free.
GREG: Yes
BOTH: (IN DISTORTED VOICE) Free, free, free, free, free...
- Free! (LAUGHS) - (GASPS)
Crazy lady! Crazy lady!
- Crazy lady! Crazy lady! - (HAMMER BANGS)
Crazy lady! Crazy lady!
- (LAUGHS) - (SIENNA WHIMPERS
VICTORIA: Crazy lady!
You're a danger to yourself and everyone else
in this fucking house.
(LAUGHS)
VICTORIA: (IN DISTORTED VOICE) Crazy lady!
- Crazy! Crazy! - (GASPS)
(SCREAMS) Gabbie!
- (VICTORIA SCREAMING) - (GRUNTS, SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS, WHIMPERS)
(GROANS)
- (GRUNTS) - (GLASS SHATTERING)
(GROANS, WHIMPERS)
(BREATHES SHAKILY, GROANS)
(PANTS)
(♪)
(GROANS)
(♪)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS, WHIRS)
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(CAMERA WHIRS)
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
(GROANS)
(JESSICA WHIMPERS)
(GRUNTS, WHIMPERS)
- Cheese, bitch. - (CAMERA WHIRS)
(GROANS, BREATHES HEAVILY)
(♪)
- (SIENNA BREATHES HEAVILY) - (FLESH SQUELCHING)
VICTORIA: Cheese.
- (SIENNA BREATHES HEAVILY) - (CAMERA WHIRS)
(JESSICA GROANS, BREATHES HEAVILY)
(CAMERA THUDS)
(JESSICA GROANS, BREATHES HEAVILY)
To Mommy. Love, Gabbie.
- (JESSICA WHIMPERS) - (VICTORIA LAUGHS)
- (PAPER RUSTLING) - (WHIMPERS)
(ORNAMENTS RATTLE)
(GROANS, GRUNTS)
(WHIMPERS, GROANS)
(VICTORIA GROANS)
- (JESSICA WHIMPERS) - (SIENNA WHIMPERS, GROANS)
Try it on, Mommy.
(VICTORIA LAUGHS)
Aw, it looks good on you, Mommy.
Ha!
(JESSICA SOBS)
(SQUEALS)
If you scream, I'm gonna rip your fucking tongue out.
(JESSICA WHIMPERS)
- (WHIMPERS, SQUEALS) - (SIENNA GRUNTS)
(WHIMPERS, SOBS) Where's my daughter?
Oh, what did you do to my daughter?
(SOBS)
I thought you'd never ask.
(JESSICA CRIES, WHIMPERS)
(♪)
- (GROANS, GRUNTS) - (JESSICA SOBS)
Merry Christmas, Mommy.
Hi, Gabbie!
- (SCREAMS) - (GRUNTS) No!
- (VICTORIA LAUGHS) - (RATS SQUEAKING)
- (SCREAMS) - Hi, Mommy!
We love you! We miss you!
- (JESSICA CRIES) - (LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY)
That's not my daughter! That's not my daughter!
But it is! Can't recognize your own flesh and blood?
(GRUNTS, SCREAMS)
(GROANS, GRUNTS)
(BREATHES SHAKILY, HEAVILY)
I gave you a present, Mommy.
And now I want you to give me one.
(SPITS) Fuck you!
(JESSICA SOBS, WHIMPERS)
(SOBS, WHIMPERS) Gabbie.
(♪)
(JESSICA SOBS, WHIMPERS)
(SOBS, WHIMPERS)
SIENNA: No! No! No! No!
- (IN MUFFLED VOICE) No! No! - (JESSICA WHIMPERS)
(CRIES) I love you, Sienna.
(SOBS)
(SOBS) Kill them both.
(CRIES, WHIMPERS) Make them suffer.
(SOBS)
- You first. - (SOBS, SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS)
No, no!
(WHIMPERS, GRUNTS)
- (LAUGHS WICKEDLY) - (LAUGHS)
- (GROANS) - (RETCHES)
- (JESSICA GROANS) - (RATS SQUEAKING)
- (WHIMPERS, SCREAMS) - (RAT SQUEAKING)
SIENNA: (IN MUFFLED VOICE) No, no!
- (SCREAMS) Stop! (GRUNTS) - (RAT SCREECHING)
(SIENNA GRUNTS)
- (JESSICA SCREAMS) - (SCREAMS) No!
Stop!
(GRUNTS)
- (JESSICA CHOKES, WHIMPERS) - (SOBS, WHIMPERS)
- (JESSICA WHIMPERS) - (RAT SCREECHING)
(SOBS)
(♪)
(CRIES, GROANS)
(CRIES)
(RATS SCREECHING)
(SIENNA GROANS, CRIES)
- (RAT SCREECHING LOUDLY) - (SOBS, WHIMPERS)
(♪)
- (DUCT TAPE SCRATCHING) - (WHIMPERS, SOBS)
Oh, you're no savior.
(SIENNA CRIES, WHIMPERS)
(WHIMPERS)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS PAINFULLY)
(MOANS PAINFULLY)
(WHIMPERS)
VICTORIA: I'm gonna take everything you love.
Then I'm gonna invade that pretty pink flesh of yours.
And destroy you from the inside out,
just like I did this bitch.
But first, I have a confession to make.
That's not Gabbie.
- (GABBIE WHIMPERS, SCREAMS) - Gabbie! Gabbie!
Gabbie! Let me go! (GRUNTS, PANTS)
- (SCREAMS) - SIENNA: Gabbie!
(VICTORIA GRUNTS)
(SCREAMING) Mommy!
- (SCREAMS) No! - (VICTORIA GRUNTING)
(GASPS, BREATHES HEAVILY)
(CRIES, WHIMPERS) No! I don't wanna die!
- (WHIMPERS, SOBS) - Please, just let her go.
- (GRUNTS) - SIENNA: You can have me.
All right? You can have me. (BREATHES HEAVILY, GRUNTS)
I already have you.
- SIENNA: (EXCLAIMS) Gabby! - (GABBIE GROANS)
I'll fucking kill you! Stop! (WHIMPERS, SOBS)
You cruel fuck, she's just a baby,
leave her alone!
Stop.
(WHIMPERS, BREATHES HEAVILY)
JONATHAN: Sienna.
It's all your fault.
I told you that wasn't Gabbie.
JONATHAN: See you soon. Love you.
(SCREAMS) Jonathan! No, no!
(SCREAMS) No! You fucking bitch! No!
(CRIES, SCREAMS)
- (WHIMPERS, SOBS) - That's it! Come on!
- Kill me! Kill me! - (SCREAMS, WHIMPERS) No!
Everything you love is gone.
There is no hope, there is no God.
Just let go! So you can let me in!
(WIND STORMING)
(VICTORIA YELLS)
(SCREAMS) Sienna!
(SCREAMS) Sienna! Let her go! Sienna!
- (VICTORIA SCREAMS, GROWLS) - GABBIE: (SCREAMS) Sienna!
(BOTH SCREAMS)
(GASPS, PANTS)
- (VICTORIA GRUNTS, GROWLS) - (GASPS, PANTS)
(LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY) Oh, you are strong, aren't you?
Now I know why they chose you.
You really love that one, don't you?
She's fighting for you, Gabby.
You're all she's got left.
And you're the only thing that's keeping her
from letting me in.
(GASPS)
Gabby! No! No! Don't fucking touch her!
(CRIES, SCREAMS) No!
I'm sorry you didn't get to open my present.
(SOBS)
That's not fair.
Which one is yours, sweetie?
(GABBIE YELPS, SCREAMS)
I said which one?
The one at the back with the angels.
(SCOFFS, LAUGHS) The angels, of course.
- (LAUGHS) - (GRUNTS)
(BREATHES INTENSIVELY)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(♪)
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
Did you wrap this yourself?
(PANTS)
Shitty job.
Do you want to know what Gabbie got you
for Christmas?
Yes. (BREATHES HEAVILY)
Do you want to open it yourself?
Yes.
- So do it! - (WHIMPERS)
(SOBS, WHIMPERS)
(WHIMPERS) No, no, no, no.
- (BONE CRACKS) - (SCREAMS)
- (SCREAMS) No! - (SCREAMS)
- (SCREAMS) No, no, no, no, no! - (WHIMPERS)
GABBIE: No. Please!
Enough!
(SCREAMS)
- (SCREAMS, WHIMPERS) - (CRIES, SCREAMS)
You said you wanted to open it.
GABBIE: (WHIMPERS) Please, stop it, stop it!
- (SOBS) Let her go! - (SOBS)
- (GROANS) - (GABBIE WHIMPERS)
Open it!
(♪)
- (WHIMPERS, SOBS) - (GROWLS)
GABBIE: Please!
(GROANS)
We're waiting.
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS, SCREAMS)
- Stop it! Let her go! - (VICTORIA LAUGHS)
(SIENNA GROANS, WHIMPERS)
(PANTS)
(♪)
(PANTS)
(SOBS)
I hope you like it. (SOBS)
(♪)
(SIGHS) Best gift ever.
- (EXCLAIMS, SCREAMS) - (FLESH SQUELCHING)
(GRUNTS)
- (GROANS, YELLS) - (SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS, BREATHES HEAVILY)
(GROANS, GROWLS)
(SCREAMS)
(GROWLS, SCREAMS)
Tell me how this tastes.
- (GRUNTS) - (FLESH SQUELCHING)
(PANTS)
- (GRUNTS) - (FLESH SQUELCHING)
(BLOOD GUSHING)
- (WHIMPERS) - (GASPS) Oh, Gabs!
- Oh, God. Oh, God. - (WHIMPERS, SOBS)
(SOBS, BREATHES HEAVILY)
- How did you know? - GABBIE: I opened it.
(SOBS) I'm a snoop, remember?
Yeah.
(CHAINSAW REVVING)
Get down!
(SCREAMS) Gabbie, run! (GRUNTS)
- (GROANS, GRUNTS) - (CHAINSAW REVVING)
(GRUNTS)
- (SCREAMS) - (GRUNTS, SCREAMS)
Gabbie!
- (OBJECTS CLATTERING) - (CHAINSAW REVVING)
(GRUNTS)
- (SWORD CLANGING) - (CHAINSAW REVVING)
- (GRUNTS, BREATHES HEAVILY) - (CHAINSAW REVVING)
(GRUNTS, BREATHES HEAVILY)
Come on, fucker!
(GRUNTS, GROANS)
(GRUNTS, SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)
- (GRUNTS) - (CHAINSAW BUZZING)
(WHIMPERS)
(WHIMPERS) Mommy!
Mommy.
(SOBS, SCREAMS) Mom!
Please! Please, please, please!
- Wake up! - (BLOOD HISSING)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS, GROANS)
(SOBS)
(GROANS, PANTS)
(GRUNTS)
(CHAINSAW BUZZES)
(CHAINSAW CORD RATCHETING)
(PANTS)
(GROANS, GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)
(GASPS, COUGHS)
(BREATHES INTENSIVELY)
(GRUNTS, SCREAMS)
- (GROANS) - (FLESH SQUELCHING)
(COUGHS)
(PANTS)
(GRUNTS, EXCLAIMS)
(PANTS)
(BLOOD SIZZLES, BOILS)
(PANTS, GRUNTS)
(YELLS, GRUNTS)
(GABBIE SCREAMS)
Sienna!
Gabbie!
(PANTS)
(GABBIE SCREAMS IN DISTANCE)
Sienna, I'm slipping!
(GRUNTS)
- Gabbie! - (FIRE ROARING)
(GRUNTS)
SIENNA: Reach up, Gabbie!
- Hold on! - Sienna, I can't, I can't!
(GRUNTS)
- Grab on! - Sienna, I can't!
Yes you can, baby, reach out! Come on!
- (PANTS) - Grab it!
- (YELLS) - (SIENNA GRUNTS)
Come on, baby, work with me! Come on.
- (GABBIE GRUNTS, GROANS) - SIENNA: Reach for it.
(GROANS, CRIES) Oh, God!
(GRUNTS) Hold, baby. Pull up!
- Sienna, I'm slipping! (SCREAMS) - Oh, God, help!
Sienna! I love you.
(SCREAMS)
(GABBIE SCREAMS)
GABBIE: (SCREAMS) Sienna!
(FIRE ROARING)
(WHIMPERS)
Gabbie!
(CRIES, SCREAMS) Gabbie!
(CRIES, WHIMPERS)
(PANTS, GRUNTS)
- (GRUNTS, BREATHES HEAVILY) - (♪)
- (GROANS) - (FLESH SQUELCHING)
(GROANS, BREATHES HEAVILY)
(♪)
(PANTS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(WHIMPERS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(WHIMPERS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(♪)
Gabbie.
I'll find you.
(♪)
("SILENT NIGHT" PLAYING)
♪ Silent night, holy night ♪
TOM: ♪ All is calm ♪
♪ All is bright ♪
♪ Round yon Virgin... ♪
Oh, I'm sorry, are you reading a book?
Just tell me to shut up next time.
Oh, no. It's okay.
This book is actually a lot creepier
than I anticipated.
- TOM: Horror? - Yeah.
TOM: I don't, uh...
I don't get into all that blood and gore.
I'm more of a rom-com guy.
(CHUCKLES)
Frankenstein. That's a good movie. A classic.
(♪)
♪ Silent night ♪
(DOOR SQUEAKS)
♪ Holy night ♪
♪ Shepherds first ♪
(DOOR CLOSES)
♪ Saw the light ♪
♪ Heard resounding Clear and long ♪
♪ Far and near, the angel-song ♪
♪ Christ the Redeemer is here ♪
- (♪) - (GASPS)
♪ Christ the Redeemer is here ♪
(♪)
TOM: You okay, hon?
(♪)
(HONKS)
("IT'S A TERRIFIER CHRISTMAS" PLAYING)
♪ It's a Terrifier Christmas ♪
♪ Let the horror Fill your heart ♪
♪ You hear footsteps That's not Santa ♪
♪ It's a jolly clown named Art ♪
♪ He's a Miles County legend ♪
♪ With a smile That brings a chill ♪
♪ On a journey To outdo himself ♪
♪ And top his latest kill ♪
♪ He'’ll melt your face With acid ♪
♪ He'’ll saw you clean in half ♪
♪ He'll peel the flesh Right off your bones ♪
♪ And shrug With a silent laugh ♪
♪ It's a Terrifier Christmas ♪
♪ Fa, la-la, la-la, la-la La, la, la! ♪
♪ La! ♪
(♪)