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(crickets chirring)

(music box music)

(dramatic music)

- Are you familiar with the concept of knocking Vino.

- I did knock, no one answered.

- So, how did you get in?

- The door was unlocked.

- Unbelievable.

Vino, what should we do to this guy?

I know.

(Donald giggling)

- What is wrong with you?

- Clean that up.

(Donald laughing)

- Hi Raisa.

Looking for Vino?

- No, rent money.

- Mine is ready, but Farel's as usual isn't.

- All right, latest by the fifth.

Tell your cousin.

And tell the naughty boy hiding behind the couch

he shouldn't go to the project next door.

It's not safe, okay?

- Okay.

- I was sleeping like a baby, thanks for disturbing.

- You've forgotten to lock the door again.

- Come on, this is a safe neighborhood.

Only a pretty face would go through that door.

- Morning everybody.

- Hi pretty face, uh, um, Kayla.

- All right, all right.

- You're going home right?

You heard what your mother said.

- Rent money, latest by the fifth, right?

- Don't go to the project next door.

- [Vino] All right.

(people chattering)

- Again, again, pass it, come on.

Guys, let's go to the project next door.

(dramatic music)

- Jeez, you haven't written anything new

for your second chapter D?

Last year when you failed to graduate

your mother stopped your allowance, right?

If you don't graduate this year,

I think she'll exclude you from the inheritance.

D, are you listening?

- No.

- What about Rel, have you chosen a major?

College application is closing soon you know.

- Him, his head chooses archeology.

His other head chooses psychology.

More girls to choose.

- Immature.

Rel, who is he arguing with?

- Some soccer blogger.

Two days ago that blogger wrote bad things about Arsenal.

- See this, all is round.

- All is round?

All is spherical.

A roundabout is round.

- That's a good one.

(phone chimes)

What a douche.

- Speaking of cardio, you need it more than the Arsenal.

- There's some truth to that.

- Ed Donald is round. (laughs)

- You came from God, and will return to God.

(children chattering)

- [Vino] Baba's turn.

- Me again?

- Let's hide, let's hide, come on, come on.

- [Baba] One, two, three, four.

(chanting in foreign language)

(dramatic music)

- Hey, what are you doing here?

It's not safe here you know.

What's that in your hand?

Come back here!

(dramatic music)

Come back here!

- Relax boss, relax.

Kids from the other block are chasing you again?

- No.

- Relax, take a deep breath, relax.

What is this?

Relax.

My grandma had a similar kind of music box.

- Uncle, Uncle D, you won't tell my mom, right?

- Tell her what?

- Can it be opened?

- Let's give it a try.

- [Raisa] Vino, come home now.

- [Vino] Uncle, I have to go now.

(siren blaring)

- [Raisa] Washed your feet?

- [Vino] I did.

- [Raisa] Brushed your teeth?

- Of course, yesterday.

- Come on. - I did already, Mom.

(music box music)

- [Raisa] What are you doing still up?

(music box music)

(dramatic music)

(music box music)

- Forgot to lock the door again?

- [Announcer On TV] Least exciting here,

and I think Ricky Lambert

will be putting this one, and put this away.

(door creaking)

(dramatic music)

(people chattering)

- Morning.

Hi ma'am. - Good morning.

(music box music)

- Morning kids.

(dramatic music)

- [Donald] Eat that.

- What is it now?

- Read this.

- Like I care.

You're not ready to go?

You know how Mr. Daniel is, right?

One minute late our session will be canceled.

D.

- Hey, I've transferred the rent money.

But I'll pay the electric bill later.

- Since you live with me,

the electricity bill, boom, sky rocketed.

- Keep blaming me why don't you.

- This prick.

- D come, D, let's go.

(dramatic music)

- Rel.

- Raisa, you scared me.

- What are you doing?

- Checking the meter, it runs up so fast,

like the meter on an airport taxi, you know?

- You must be playing video games too much.

- You're just like Donald, it's always my fault.

- Rel, did you see Mr. Wondy, I need his help.

- What's wrong?

- My place stinks since yesterday.

Smells like a dead rat.

- I'll let him know when I see him.

- Thanks Rel.

Hey there.

- What's up? - Hey bro Farel.

Want to come? - Where?

- Night fair.

- It's open, yes, starting tonight.

- Starting tonight.

- Okay, you have fun.

(people screaming)

(dramatic music)

- [Donald] Dead on.

- The slaughter fest on your second chapter

by Mr. Daniel was dead on indeed.

- I just got information from Rio.

- Rio, the communication student about our thesis?

- About that all is round.

- D, something is going on.

- Baba's dead.

- The kid from 4B?

- Yeah, committed suicide they said.

His mother was gonna wake him up for school,

and when she entered his room, Baba had hung himself.

- Oh my. - I'll go with you.

- Let's go.

(dramatic music)

(swing creaking)

- Referee.

Has Baba's mother come out of her room?

- Not yet.

- My spaghetti will surely get her out of her room.

- Out of her room, straight to the bathroom.

Diarrhea.

- Just shut up.

- Uncle, but now the music won't play.

- What did you do, did you drop it?

- No, I showed it off to a few friends.

The music won't play, and it won't close properly.

- I'll take a look at it later.

- Let me know when you have fixed it Uncle.

- You got it boss.

- Arsenal Chelsea, loser does the laundry.

- You got it.

- Damn it stinks, next time flush right away.

- I thought it was you who forgot to flush.

It stinks so bad since morning.

Have you forgotten to take out the trash?

- You forgotten to wipe your armpit?

- Let me tell you, my armpit...

(knocking on door)

- Can I leave Vino with you?

- Where are you going?

- To the hospital.

Lusi, Lusi is dead D.

- Lusi, Vino's friend?

- I was just informed.

- What happened?

- Last night, when Lusi's mother came home after work,

she took Lusi to the night fair.

And this morning, she wanted to give Lusi a surprise,

an early birthday present.

Nothing was unusual on the road.

(gentle music)

She asked Lusi to stay in the car with her eyes closed.

(dramatic music)

No sign whatsoever that it would turn out like this.

(car horn honking)

- Gosh, a bus?

Died at the scene?

(people chattering)

- Vino, you're playing alone today?

Where's Anakin?

- Try hanging clothes on the rooftop.

(people chattering)

- They were fine this morning.

(dramatic music)

All our fish died.

- Vino.

I'm so sorry.

(dramatic music)

Poor thing. - Yeah.

Strange that he doesn't look sad at all.

(music box music) (dramatic music)

- Anakin, stay back. - Stay back.

- Anakin, stay back.

- All these books go into the box too?

- Yeah, let them sort it out

at the foundation. - Okay.

- What time is the staff from the foundation coming?

- Should be any time now, I'll check.

- For crying out loud.

- That all is round?

- Who else?

A little help please.

- This guy just lost 200 followers and he's blaming me.

Now he wants to report me to the police.

- Followers equal money nowadays.

- Look.

- That's creepy.

Baba drew this?

- Wow, Lusi was really in to clowns, huh?

What's wrong?

- Take a look. - Let me see.

(dramatic music)

- No clown drawings here.

- That's everything, thank you.

I will be on my way then.

Thank you again.

- Wait, wait!

- [Donald] What's the matter?

- This is Anakin's bag.

His grandma just found it under the bed.

- Can we see?

- Let me call the foundation staff.

Hopefully she hasn't gone far.

- Yeah.

(dramatic music)

I'm confused.

Did you see a clown around here lately?

Where did these three kids see a clown?

- Most recently I saw a clown.

It was a figure inside Vino's music box.

He found it at the night fair.

- The last time I saw Baba alive was

when he was going to the night fair with his mother.

- Raisa also said, the night before Lusi died,

she went to the night fair with her mother.

(people screaming)

- Guys, why don't we split up?

If anybody sees a clown, call me, okay?

(dramatic music)

See anything?

- Hey, that's Raisa.

- Oh, you guys are here.

I was just about to call Mr. Wondy.

- What's wrong?

- I got separated from Vino.

- Don't worry, Vino must be around here.

- Mom.

- Vino, where have you been?

- Sorry Mom, I saw a clown.

(dramatic music)

- Excuse me.

- Hey pretty.

- Is there a clown here at the fair?

- Clown, no clown, no clown.

- My nephew said he saw a clown.

- Kids nowadays are not into clowns.

They are more into SpongeBob, Shaun the Sheep,

Madagascar, Angry Bird, Doraemon, huh?

(dramatic music)

- [Kayla] I just wanna say this is a bad idea.

- [Donald] Aren't you two curious?

- [Farel] What's wrong?

- [Donald] I haven't thought that far ahead.

Let's just split up and find the clown.

- [Kayla] Do we really have to split?

- Don't be a wuss K.

- Who dies first in a horror flick?

It's always the girl, isn't it?

- Not if she's pretty, she'll survive.

Uh-oh. - So sweet, start looking.

- Let's just go.

(dramatic music)

(ferris wheel creaking)

- [Donald] Not funny.

- Did you take a selfie of you sleeping?

Impossible.

- The photo was sent from your number, man.

- Impossible.

Did you take these pictures of me sleeping?

- I was sleeping here behind you.

- Stop the noise you two.

- K, let me see your phone.

- What?

- Shit.

- What now, it's too early for any shit.

(dramatic music)

Not funny.

- It isn't, especially because it wasn't me or Farel

who took the pictures.

- What do you mean?

- We were all sound asleep, and nobody got up.

- What the.

- Vino?

- I locked the door this time.

(knocking on door)

- Can I help you?

- I am looking for Donald Casuma,

owner of the Twitter account Dee is Donald.

- Yes, it's me.

- I'm Nikki Wajaya,

owner of the Twitter account All is Round.

- For real?

- Didn't you say we will settle our problem ourselves?

- Huh. - Surprised to see a girl?

Not every soccer observer is a guy.

- I didn't see this coming.

- How did you know my address?

- You're not the only one who can dig some information.

I have sources too.

You got personal when you tweeted about me getting fired.

Tell you what, you apologize to me now, and on Twitter,

Or I will see you in court.

- Hello there, I'm Farel.

Let's not cause a scene on this beautiful morning.

I'm sure we can work things out.

Why don't you come in for, please come in first.

I'll make a hot tea, and we'll talk.

Please have a seat.

(children chattering)

(dramatic music)

You prefer hot or cold?

- No need.

- What's the matter?

- I can't stay here.

Forget everything I said.

No apology needed.

Our dispute is over.

- How was it?

Did we get the correct address?

You found the guy.

- Do you sense anything weird?

- Just you I guess.

It's weird picking a fight with some guy on Twitter.

- I'm serious.

- All right, all right, Miss Indigo.

What did you see now?

- I'll tell you on the way.

- So glad I wasn't born with your sixth sense.

- Listen to this.

There was a clown show in this area.

- Captain Peekaboo, the clown of the night fair

in Rarro Miero neighborhood.

- What's the matter?

- Magic tricks, acrobat, kid's favorite attraction.

(dramatic music)

- Throughout June and July 1997.

Rarro Miero neighborhood was shocked

by the consecutive deaths of four children.

- Signs of being sodomized.

- Between five to 10 years old.

Fourth victim was still alive when found,

and gave a description of a clown.

Captain Peekaboo was quickly captured

but let go because his alibi checked out.

He was never seen again since then.

A month later on, August 17th, 1997,

the night fair was closed down.

- Wait a second, zoom in on the hands.

- Um, isn't that?

- I'm not convinced.

Yes, the music box looks the same as what Vino has, so what?

- Give it a thought.

Vino is the fourth child who actually saw the clown,

after Anakin, Baba, and Lusi.

- You mean, what Vino said the other night

at the night fair?

I wouldn't worry about it, he's a kid.

Kids his age, their imagination tends to run wild.

(baby crying)

- Um, by the way, where's Vino?

- In his room, he's been feverish since morning.

(phone ringing)

D, K, thank you for caring about Vino.

I should go and check on him.

- [Kayla] Sure.

- No ma'am, it wasn't me.

Yes ma'am, I will ask Donald.

Sorry about that again, yep.

- Rel, who was it?

- Baba's mother, she said there was a missed call

on her phone last night.

She called the number back and she got me.

- And?

- Lusi's mother and Anakin's grandma

also called me saying the same.

I don't even know their numbers.

- Let me see.

(dramatic music)

Jang, Jang.

- I've closed already.

- Oh come on, help me out.

This is for my thesis.

- Will it need binding?

- Yes, please.

- Hm, you make the copies first.

I'll do the binding later.

Okay?

- That's okay, I just need to use the equipment.

- Okay then.

- Thank you Jang.

- Sure.

(dramatic music)

- Yes, one chapter left.

(dramatic music)

(copy machine whirring)

(dramatic music)

(metal clanging)

(music box music)

(dramatic music)

(washing machine whirring)

(electricity buzzing)

(dramatic music)

(music box music)

(dramatic music)

(clown growls) (Kayla screams)

(door bangs)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- Hey, Kayla.

(music box music)

- [Donald] You caused all this.

(box shatters)

(dramatic music)

(knocking on door)

(music box music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- Why aren't you asleep yet?

Let me keep you company.

(dramatic music)

(music box music)

- What are we doing here again?

First, you wanted to pick a fight with this guy.

Now you're helping him.

- My dispute with him is nothing compared

to what they are facing now.

- Yeah, but it doesn't concern you.

- I should help anyway.

But I will try.

(dramatic music)

- You are just like out mother.

Are you sure you don't need me to come?

- It's a nice offer, but I know for a fact

you are terrified of clowns.

- Hey.

Be careful, okay?

- Uh, let's introduce ourselves properly.

I am Donald, this is Farel, Kayla.

- Thanks for coming.

- What you are dealing with

is way bigger than a petty dispute on Twitter.

- Since when can you see?

- Since I was little.

- What did you actually see earlier?

(dramatic music)

- In your place, I saw a clown with an orange wig

and three kids, a foul smell.

Inside of death it's vicious,

like what you told me on the phone.

Something of a presence of a malignant spirit.

And the last time I felt such evil force

was when my mother passed away.

(dramatic music)

When my mother passed away.

- It must have come from this music box.

- Where's the kid now?

- He's been like this for the past two hours.

We've all tried communicating with him, no responses.

- Vino.

My name is Nikki, a friend of Uncle Donald.

Very good drawings, Vino.

You must really like the clown in the picture, huh?

(dramatic music)

Can you introduce me to him, Vino?

I promise I won't disturb you both.

I just wanna talk to the clown.

May I?

If the answer is yes, the line is long, Vino.

If it is no, draw a shorter line, sounds good?

Okay Vino, shall we start?

Do you like playing with the clown Vino?

Oh, what's wrong?

Is he being naughty?

Has the clown done bad things to you, Vino?

Is the clown here with us right now?

I'd like to talk to him, can I Vino, okay then.

Okay then, you talk to him.

Please tell him you don't want to play with him anymore.

Ask him to go.

And stop disturbing your friends, okay?

(dramatic music)

What did the clown say, Vino?

(dramatic music)

(Nikki groaning) - Watch out!

(Vino grunting) - Vino!

- Who is in your body?

He is self existing, all sustaining.

You're asleep, he belongs to whoever is in him.

Who's he, that we've never seen him,

except by his permission.

He knows what is before him and what is behind him.

And it can encompass nothing of his knowledge

except when he pleases.

His throne extends over the heavens and the Earth.

He feeleth no fatigue in guarding and preserving him.

For he is the most high, the supreme, and the glory.

(dramatic music)

- [Nikki] Hold him still!

- [Farel] Vino, calm down!

- [Kayla] Hold him still.

- [Donald] Vino, everything's okay.

What now, Nik?

- [Nikki] After three victims,

the clown's force is even more awakened.

The music box you showed me Don.

You were right.

That's where it all began.

(dramatic music)

(music box music)

- [Clown] Boo!

(knocking on door)

(dramatic music)

(hammer banging)

- [Nikki] When the victim's families came for revenge,

the whole time the clown was tortured.

All he cared about was his music box.

(dramatic music)

When the music box was opened, his spirit escaped.

He started taking lives one by one.

(dramatic music)

(brakes squealing)

- What do we do now?

- The music box must be locked again.

- With what?

- [Donald] I had to force it open.

- I know where the key is.

(dramatic music)

- [Donald] There.

(dramatic music)

- Vino, it's me, it's just mom dear, it's mom.

Relax, I'm right here, Vino.

(thunder rumbling)

- [Farel] Inside the devil's barrel thing.

- [Donald] Where is it?

- Between plate number six and eleven.

(dramatic music)

- Vino, look at me.

Look in my eyes.

I am here, Vino.

I am here, Vino.

Keep an eye on him.

- Where are you going?

- [Raisa] Calling a doctor.

- [Kayla] Vino.

Vino, hush, hush, Vino, calm down.

(thunder rumbling)

(dramatic music)

What did the doctor say?

Raisa.

Are you okay?

(dramatic music)

(neck cracking)

Run, Vino run!

(clown growls)

- Vino, Vino.

(lightning cracking)

Vino.

(dramatic music)

Vino, why are you scared of mommy?

Don't you miss Baba, Lusi, Anikan?

- Lift up!

- Where, Nikki, where is the key?

- In his pocket.

(dramatic music)

- Are you okay?

(gentle music)

- I am okay.

- Hello, D?

- [Donald] Hello?

- How's it going there?

- [Donald] All good.

- It's safe now, I think.

- [Donald] Hello, hey.

- [Kayla] What about you guys?

(dramatic music)

- Kayla, can you hear me?

- Here, gently please, ow.

- Don't be a baby, it's just a scratch.

- Nik, thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Those soft hands never do any hard labor, huh?

- Donald didn't help with the burial.

He conveniently passed out.

- Hm, maybe this could help.

All good and healed now.

(Farel chuckles)

- Yes.

(dramatic music)

There he is.

- [Kayla] Is Donald okay?

- I think it was just fatigue.

- We found him lying on the ground last night.

(music box music)

(dramatic music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(clown growls)

(upbeat music)

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