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- What's wrong? - There's someone on the roof.

Jules! Baby, are you sleepwalking?

Listen.

I don't hear anything. Come on, baby,

it's three o'clock in the morning.

What now?

I don't know, she said she heard something on the roof.

- There were footsteps. - Hm, naturally.

- Jingle bells too, right? - Mark, stop.

But I heard him.

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!

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.

You know who I really think it was?

- Who? - One of Santa's elves.

An elf?

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.

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?

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?

When I wake up? I am up, Jen.

I have been up because you keep talking to me.

I will take care of it.

Thank you, Mr. Grinch.

Santa?

Timmy!

Timmy, wake up! Santa's downstairs.

Timmy! He was putting presents under the tree, I saw him!

Go away!

Juliet, I told you to stay out of my...

Babe, what are you doing?

Timmy, Juliet, run!

Juliet!

Timmy!

Help me!

No, please! Somebody fucking help me!

Help me, please!

Oh, fuck, help me! Help me!

1-2-0 Charlie. Be advised.

Anonymous caller says possible suspect on lower level.

Armed and dangerous.

Oh, fuck.

Shit.

Dispatch, I got a decapitated body down here.

Victim appears to be male.

All available units notified.

That's a ten-four.

Dispatch, I'm not alone down here.

What's... what's the ETA on the backup?

Multiple units arriving shortly.

Hold onto him, Eros,

I'll have the ship in the air in a minute!

Get out of here, Jeff!

The ship's on fire.

Eros?

Dean, I need you to get down here now.

Cell three, east wing.

I think we got a situation. Over.

I'm taking a shit.

Aw!

Well, wipe your ass and get down here, pronto!

Help me! Please... please help me!

Oh, he made me do it. Please just help me!

Help me! Help me, fucker!

Help me!

Help me! Help me!

Yes! More!

Yo, yo!

You guys, you... you look so good.

I mean, way better than mine. I mean...

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?

I'm gonna post this.

Guys, seriously? You killed it.

This is awesome!

Aw.

Aw. Vicky, you used to be so hot.

Now no one's gonna fuck you.

Pretty girl.

Pretty girl.

Pretty girl!

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! - Hey!

- How are you? - Good. How are you?

- Good. It's good to see you. - You too.

Wow. You look good.

- No, I got it. - No, no, no, I got it.

- I insist. - Thanks.

Welcome.

So do we run, or...

- Gotta sign out first. - Ugh.

So, uh...

how's my little partner in crime?

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.

Hey. We're home!

All right.

Hello?

- Sienna! - Incoming!

Oh, hey!

Hey!

Hey, Gabs.

Oh, my God, you got so big!

When did that happen?

Never leave me for this long ever again.

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?

- Fine. - Yeah, I'd love to.

I'm so happy to see you.

Me too.

- 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.

- Ready? - Yes!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

It looks like a fairy tale exploded in here.

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."

To the moon!

Our little cardboard rocket ship.

You remember?

Of course, I do.

Come here.

Jesus.

- Yeah. - Stinks in here.

She's a real beaut, ain't she?

Shit!

It's a rat, kid, not the devil.

- Yeah. - Are you all right?

Oh, you've been skittish all day.

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.

Now come on.

I'll take the first floor and the basement.

And you, upstairs.

You've been skittish all day.

So, what do you think?

More Blaster Man?

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."

Hey! Give me that

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.

Disgusting.

What the hell is that?

Anybody home?

What the fuck?

Hello?

That's not real. That's not real, right?

Hey, Jackson!

Anybody home?

Yoo-hoo.

What the fuck?

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Hey, Dennis!

Dennis!

Hey!

Hey!

Dennis! Get your ass up here!

Now!

Are you real?

No!

No! No!

I think we need to make some cookies.

- Yeah. For dessert! - We need to... Yeah!

We're gonna go all out, man.

Chocolate and peanut butter,

You are right. That's the combination.

You know, those coconut peanut butter ones

are amazing.

This is going to be a Christmas extravaganza.

I'd like to go see those lights again anyway.

I wanna see the lights.

I like the holiday market that they have over there.

Gabs, stop starin'.

- It's rude. - What?

- I like her scars. - Gabbie!

No, it's... it's fine.

No, it's not. It's very inappropriate.

I just think they're cool.

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.

Oh, yeah.

Seven stitches, too.

There was so much blood, and like, this piece of fat

- oozing out. It was... - All right.

Can we change the subject, please?

I don't wanna think about blood and fat while we're eating.

- So much blood. - Okay, honey.

You're disgusting.

Regardless, Christmas hasn't really been

the same around here, since someone stopped believing

in Santa Claus.

- 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...

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.

- 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.

Pass the rice, please?

Oh, she's also notorious for opening presents

- and then re-wrapping them. - Not very well, either.

Sienna!

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.

I'll figure out...

Just like you killed your mother.

- Oh, that was bad. - I didn't.

But anyway. I mean, that's how he always did it.

He's kind of cute.

Sienna?

You all right?

Yeah.

Sienna...

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!

Pass the rice!

Pass the rice! Pass the rice! Pass the rice!

Pass the rice!

Excuse me.

Um, finish eating, sweetie,

so we can have our fortune cookies.

Whoa! Okay, wow.

Thanks for knocking, Shaw.

Sorry.

Uh, wait! Um, aren't you gonna introduce us?

- Shaw, this is, um, Mia. - Hi.

She's a really big fan of yours.

I'm not a fan, you asshole.

She's obsessed with the Miles County Clown.

Like all that true crime shit.

She thinks you're a celebrity, dude.

Don't listen to him. Like, literally, ever.

Um, hi.

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.

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.

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.

Oh, my God.

Come on!

I... I'll think about it.

- He'll think about it. - Great.

Ha!

Shaw, are you coming to the Beta Christmas bash

- tomorrow night? - I gotta take this.

Oh. Yeah. Girl callin'.

- Ooh! - It was great meeting you, Mia.

You too.

God, my man needs to get laid so bad.

- Hey. - Hey.

How are you?

I'm, uh, doing good. Just got out of class.

Good.

I just got to Aunt Jess'. Yeah, a couple hours ago.

It's really good to hear your voice.

You know, I... I miss you.

I miss you, too. Is, uh, everything all right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm calling because, um...

I'm... I'm really excited we're gonna be

spending Christmas together.

- It's been too long. - Yeah, it has.

I'm, uh, really looking forward to it.

Well, uh...

I guess I'll see you in a couple days?

See you soon.

Love you.

Love you more.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

It's, um... just this new medication

I'm on. It makes me queasy sometimes.

I need to be creative.

Wanna be my canvas?

All right. Something's happening here.

- Can I see already? - Hold your horses.

I mean, you are starting to look quite enchanted,

if I do say so myself.

Like a fantasy princess. 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.

How'd you get those scars?

You and these scars.

I got into a fight.

Did you win?

Yeah, I won. Chin up.

All right, gimme one of these.

You're all done.

You wanna see this mystical masterpiece?

Yeah.

It looks amazing.

Your face did all the work.

Take a picture!

- All right. - Can I join the Mile High Club

- in your sleigh? - Oh, my God!

- 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!

- Oh! Ho! Ho! - I've got a chimney.

- Okay, girls. - I'm a naughty little reindeer.

Okay... Thank you.

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.

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.

Nothing like this.

- To Laughlin. - Laughlin!

- To Laughlin? - To Laughlin.

I'm good.

You racist piece of shit!

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.

Hi, hi!

You... Come on over. Come on over.

It's fine. Yeah!

Hi, hi. Yes, yes.

Yes, that's... that's me, that's me.

Guilty as charged.

Hey Santa, it looks like you got a fan.

What's with the outfit, pal?

Yeah, did the circus come to town?

Hey, buddy. Watch it.

That's the real deal.

That's my... that's my beard.

If Santa doesn't have a real beard,

he's not a real Santa Claus.

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.

What?

Oh, that's good!

Okay. That's enough.

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.

Clowny, I'm startin' to like you.

Here you go.

I hope I gave you enough marshmallows.

Oh. It's... it's perfect. Thank you.

Some peace and quiet around here, finally, huh?

You must be exhausted.

No, I...

I feel...

What?

Normal?

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.

Before dad died...

she was the sweetest person.

Could talk to her about anything.

Yeah, she was.

Mouth like a truck driver, though.

She cursed so much.

So much!

She once called Sister Rosemary a C-U-N-T

in the sixth grade.

I don't know where she came from!

Nobody in our family talks like that.

I miss her.

I miss her so much.

I know, sweetie.

I know.

I miss her, too.

Hey, Santa. Looks like you got some competition.

It's Clowny Claus!

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.

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.

All right, let's have a drink!

To my new friend, huh?

To Maurice Jackson!

- Maurice Jackson. - Cheers!

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...

- 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!

Hey! Calm down!

- I'll fucking kill him! - Hey.

Fuck you!

- Goddammit. - Smokey, get his bag!

Son of a bitch! This is my busy weekend.

I know.

Fuck this thing out of here.

Jesus, fuck!

Get that the fuck out of here.

- Hey! - You motherfucker!

- I'll fucking kill you! - I got it.

- 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.

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...

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Eddie?

Oh, Smokey!

Oh, God, Smokey!

Oh, no! Oh, God! Oh, God. No!

Oh, God. No, no, no!

No! Sir! No, Sir! No, no, no!

Sir! No, no, please. Please, please!

Let me be the first to apologize

for whatever's happened here tonight.

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?

It's just me and you. We're in the same business.

We make people happy.

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!

Please, God! Oh, God, help me!

Oh, God! Clowny, come on!

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. Yeah.

Oh, help! Help me!

Help me!

Oh, Clowny! Clowny. Oh, oh!

What the hell is that?

Oh, God! Oh, God.

Clowny. Clowny. Clowny, look at me.

Clowny, I'm not really Santa Claus.

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...

Oh, no, no! No!

Oh, God!

Clowny!

Clowny, it hurts so much, please!

So... how is she?

As good as can be expected.

I mean, Gabbie brought some life back

into her today, right?

It's nice to see her smile a little bit.

Oh, my God, Gabbie.

She follows Sienna around like a brand-new puppy.

It's concerning.

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...

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.

All I'm saying is,

let's keep our guard up, all right?

I know. That's all I'm saying.

Okay.

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.

You guys ready to meet Santa?

What are you going to ask for?

- Makeup? - Yeah.

Are you old enough for makeup?

Okay. Thank you. Next.

Hey, Gabs.

- You think he'll like this? - 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? - I don't know.

Normal clothes?

Really narrows it down. Thanks, Gabs.

Okay, sweetie. You ready?

Okay. Thank you.

- Bye, 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.

Hey, Santa!

Hey, Santa.

Hey, Santa...

Hey!

What are you staring at?

Nothing.

Come on, you ready? Let's get going.

- Yeah. You okay? - Yeah.

Look. You know my theory

on the subject hasn't changed.

Don't even say it.

Because you know I'm right.

Sienna Shaw is the prime suspect.

Stop! That is ludicrous.

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? - Irrelevant.

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?

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.

You look great. Your, uh...

Your scars are healing up nicely.

Yeah, yours too.

Gabbie thinks I look cool, apparently.

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?

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?

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.

All right. Well, he jokes.

Oh, shit. Let me get out of here.

My God.

Sienna! You're Sienna Shaw!

I... 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.

- 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.

How we're coping?

Well, uh...

I've been in and out of a psychiatric hospital

for the past five years.

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...

fucking second!

Sienna, what's wrong with you?

- I saw him today. - 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...

it was him.

I could... I could feel it.

We both know this isn't over.

You don't know that.

I mean, Jesus Christ, you cut his fucking head off!

Come here!

Hey, what is this?

Jonathan! Hey! Why are you shutting me out?

I'm not shutting you out.

You don't believe me?

Why would he come back here?

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...

- I'm sorry. - At least I'm fucking trying.

I'm proud of you.

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?

That's why she disappeared that night.

What do you wanna do?

What, do we just up and leave town?

Call the cops?

- 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.

Hey, Santa!

Sarah, get back over here!

Wow. Thanks, Santa.

Hey, Santa's handing out presents!

What's going on here?

- That's not Bill. - What?

That's not our Santa Claus.

Kids, clear out of here.

Get goin'!

Let'’s go

Who is this Santa?

He's scaring my kid.

Yeah, he's scaring me, too.

What do you think you're doing?

You can't be here.

I said, let's go.

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!

- Come on! - No!

Corey?

Corey, get back over here!

Back in line, kids. Time for the real Santa.

- I wonder what I got. - Corey!

What's that?

Jesus!

You scared me. What are you doing,

snooping around like that?

Is it for me?

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?

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?

I wish I saw that.

You think that's funny? Come here!

No!

Yo, grab that door?

Here we go.

Thank you.

That is wicked!

Kegs here!

Hmm! Something smells amazing.

You're back late. How's your brother?

Oh, he's good. Yeah.

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.

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? - Sienna.

What? Sienna, you don't like cereal?

I mean, I can understand tofu or lima beans,

but cereal's the best.

I know, honey. Chill.

Yeah, I just try to stay away from too much sugar.

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.

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.

Please don't be mad at me.

- 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.

Damn, that would've been so cool.

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.

Let's play Pictionary so I can kick your ass.

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.

Wow, how selfless of you.

Well, what about Jonathan?

Do you think he'd still be willing to do it?

I don't know, Mia.

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?

When you look into his eyes, what do you see?

Is there a soul, or...

"His eyes!"

You sound like you want to fuck him.

I don't want to fuck him.

I mean...

you're friendly with Jonathan.

You said he looks up to you, right?

Maybe you can convince him for me?

- Mia... - Come on.

Do it for me.

Please?

I'll be nice.

I promise.

All I need is 20 minutes, tops.

I'll make it worth your while.

Wow. You are very persuasive.

I'll see what I can do.

Okay, so remind me how to play this again.

- It's been a while. - Wait. We need more players.

Dad, come on.

My God.

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?

I was pretty damn close! Too close for my liking.

Was it a terrorist attack?

I don't know, baby. 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.

He's here, he's here.

It's not safe. It's not safe.

It's not safe. It's not safe.

Sienna, what are you talking about?

The Miles County Clown.

- I saw... I saw him today. - It's fine.

Listen to me. No, I saw him today.

- All right. - Okay, I saw him.

And I wasn't gonna say anything,

because I knew you wouldn't believe me.

- Okay. - And he's gonna come for us.

No, honey. No.

He's gonna come for us. Okay?

- 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!

- Mom? - Stop it!

You are scaring Gabbie. Stop it!

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!

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.

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.

Uh, okay, I'll come over.

Did you get it?

Yeah, I got it.

See you soon.

Okay.

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.

Hey, sweetie.

You okay?

Where's Sienna?

She's sleeping.

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. - I love you.

Love you too, mom.

What's that?

I need you to listen to me.

No!

Cole! No!

Mia!

Mia!

Help! Help us!

Please!

Oh, Mia, no, Mia!

Mia!

No!

Oh, Mia! No!

No! No!

Hey, Uncle Greg.

Jonathan. I'm here.

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?

I'll be...

right there.

Sisi...

wait a minute.

I do have something for you.

Ta-da!

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.

Can she defeat Blaster Man?

Oh, yeah. Ten Blaster Men.

So cool.

Well... now you get to name her.

- I can name her? - Of course you can.

It's your character, isn't it?

Thanks, Dad.

You're very welcome, sweetheart.

Dad?

Daddy?

Daddy!

Let go.

What's that?

Sisi, I need you to listen to me.

Look. Look at me, look at me.

I am always with you.

We have got to put a stop to this

before it goes too far, Jess.

What do you suggest we do?

I think we should call the doctor immediately.

- That's what we should do. - I'm not doing that.

It's obvious she's unstable.

- She's just confused. - Confused my ass. Come on.

There's no telling what she's liable to do.

I'm not sending her back to that place

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.

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.

Then we'd be free.

Free from her bullshit.

- Free... - Free.

Yes

Free, free, free, free, free...

Free!

Crazy lady! Crazy lady!

Crazy lady! Crazy lady!

Crazy lady! Crazy lady!

(SIENNA WHIMPERS

Crazy lady!

You're a danger to yourself and everyone else

in this fucking house.

Crazy lady!

Crazy! Crazy!

Gabbie!

Cheese, bitch.

Cheese.

To Mommy. Love, Gabbie.

Try it on, Mommy.

Aw, it looks good on you, Mommy.

Ha!

If you scream, I'm gonna rip your fucking tongue out.

Where's my daughter?

Oh, what did you do to my daughter?

I thought you'd never ask.

Merry Christmas, Mommy.

Hi, Gabbie!

No!

Hi, Mommy!

We love you! We miss you!

That's not my daughter! That's not my daughter!

But it is! Can't recognize your own flesh and blood?

I gave you a present, Mommy.

And now I want you to give me one.

Fuck you!

Gabbie.

No! No! No! No!

No! No!

I love you, Sienna.

Kill them both.

Make them suffer.

You first.

No, no!

No, no!

Stop!

No!

Stop!

Oh, you're no savior.

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! Gabbie!

Gabbie! Let me go!

Gabbie!

Mommy!

No!

No! I don't wanna die!

Please, just let her go.

You can have me.

All right? You can have me.

I already have you.

Gabby!

I'll fucking kill you! Stop!

You cruel fuck, she's just a baby,

leave her alone!

Stop.

Sienna.

It's all your fault.

I told you that wasn't Gabbie.

See you soon. Love you.

Jonathan! No, no!

No! You fucking bitch! No!

That's it! Come on!

- Kill me! Kill me! - No!

Everything you love is gone.

There is no hope, there is no God.

Just let go! So you can let me in!

Sienna!

Sienna! Let her go! Sienna!

Sienna!

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.

Gabby! No! No! Don't fucking touch her!

No!

I'm sorry you didn't get to open my present.

That's not fair.

Which one is yours, sweetie?

I said which one?

The one at the back with the angels.

The angels, of course.

Did you wrap this yourself?

Shitty job.

Do you want to know what Gabbie got you

for Christmas?

Yes.

Do you want to open it yourself?

Yes.

So do it!

No, no, no, no.

No!

No, no, no, no, no!

No. Please!

Enough!

You said you wanted to open it.

Please, stop it, stop it!

Let her go!

Open it!

Please!

We're waiting.

Stop it! Let her go!

I hope you like it.

Best gift ever.

Tell me how this tastes.

Oh, Gabs!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

- How did you know? - I opened it.

I'm a snoop, remember?

Yeah.

Get down!

Gabbie, run!

Gabbie!

Come on, fucker!

Mommy!

Mommy.

Mom!

Please! Please, please, please!

Wake up!

Sienna!

Gabbie!

Sienna, I'm slipping!

Gabbie!

Reach up, Gabbie!

- Hold on! - Sienna, I can't, I can't!

- Grab on! - Sienna, I can't!

Yes you can, baby, reach out! Come on!

Grab it!

Come on, baby, work with me! Come on.

Reach for it.

Oh, God!

Hold, baby. Pull up!

- Sienna, I'm slipping! - Oh, God, help!

Sienna! I love you.

Sienna!

Gabbie!

Gabbie!

Gabbie.

I'll find you.

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.

- Horror? - Yeah.

I don't, uh...

I don't get into all that blood and gore.

I'm more of a rom-com guy.

Frankenstein. That's a good movie. A classic.

You okay, hon?