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[THEME MUSIC]

[INTERSPERSED VOICES]

[BREATHING HEAVY]

[PHONE RINGS]

PAUL (ON PHONE): I'm on my way.

Where are you?

Just about to get on the interstate, I think.

Relatives are getting restless.

PAUL (ON PHONE): Well, tell them to take it easy.

I'll get there when I get there.

What, did they forget to take their lithium?

The elderly sometimes get a bit disoriented when

they know food is being served.

And Uncle Frank is not feeling too well,

so he's taking it easy on the couch.

PAUL (ON PHONE): Oh, great.

Are you working tonight?

I sure am.

Duty calls.

You'll have them all to yourself once you get here.

If I were you, I'd take my time, but not too long, Paul.

Food is on its way.

Paul?

Yeah.

All right.

Hey, I'm about to get on the interstate.

Where are you headed?

Exit 7A.

That's where I'm getting off.

You can hop in if you want.

Colder than death out there, huh?

It doesn't bother me.

What are you like, an Eskimo or something?

So you home from school?

No.

Home for the holiday?

No.

So--

Can I to ask you a question?

Yeah.

Sure.

Are you just trying to be polite

with all this small talk?

Because you shouldn't feel the need to talk to me.

We can just sit here.

I just figured it was better than sitting in silence.

So you really want to know where I'm going?

Well, you're not in school, and you're not

headed home for the holidays, so yeah, I

guess I am a bit curious.

I'm going to kill someone who lives off of Exit 7A.

What?

Did you just say you're going to kill someone?

What is it like a hit?

Are you a hit man?

And just out of curiosity, what's the going

rate for a hit these days?

It's Sunday, so is it like a two-for-one price,

like a day of rest?

Well, you certainly have my attention,

and you certainly have an odd sense of humor.

Who said I was joking?

You don't believe me?

All right, listen--

Can I ask why not?

Um.

I don't know.

Because usually when a person intends to kill someone,

they tend to keep those plans to themselves.

Why wouldn't I tell you?

Maybe because you'd be afraid I'd tell someone,

and you'd get caught?

Who would you tell?

Who would I tell?

The police maybe.

Why would I be afraid of that?

Even if he did tell the police, you

don't have proof of anything--

the victim's name, a motive, or even my name.

It's your word against mine.

Look, I don't like the way this conversation is going.

I'm sorry I upset you.

You're the one who asked.

I was simply being honest.

Oh, you were just being honest?

Well, maybe we can stop at the police station,

and you can share some of your honesty with them.

If you want.

The person I'm after won't be going anywhere.

All you'd really do is delay my plans, but that's all.

So what is this, a game?

You know what, maybe you should play your game somewhere else.

I'm not the one who stopped.

I'll get to where I need to sooner or later.

Do you want to test that theory?

No.

I don't need to.

But you know what I do want?

What?

I want to know if you think you can stop me.

What?

Can you stop me?

Um.

I think I can take a scrawny little girl like you.

You're not listening.

I wasn't asking you if you could beat me in a fight.

I was asking you if you think you could stop me.

Look, I'm done talking about this.

The answer is no, you couldn't stop me.

No one can.

We'll see about that.

HARRY (ON PHONE): Hello.

Harry, meet out in front of the house.

HARRY (ON PHONE): Paul, wait.

I'll be there in 30 seconds.

Meet me out in front of the house.

HARRY (ON PHONE): No. Hold on a second.

It's over.

Harry.

Harry.

It's not here.

Harry, what happened?

Uncle Frank collapsed.

He's not breathing.

How is Aunt Jeannie?

Hysterical.

What happened?

He was taking it easy on the couch

because he said he didn't feel well.

We were all sitting around talking,

and then all of a sudden he couldn't catch his breath.

Then he collapsed to the ground, and the paramedics

couldn't start his heart again.

What about the hitchhiker.

Anything on that?

Look, I put a call into all the guys on patrol tonight.

We're going to keep our eyes peeled.

That's all I can do.

But the traffic light, I told you to check that.

And I had Greg in Traffic process

it and send it over to me.

It's nothing.

You can't see anything on this.

I know.

Harry, I swear there was a woman in here.

Paul, Uncle Frank died tonight.

Your family needs you more than worrying

about what some crazy hitchhiker said to you.

I still don't understand what you were thinking

picking her up like that.

She said I couldn't stop her.

I got to go to work.

I need you to do me a favor and pull yourself together.

Your family needs you.

Can you do that for me?

Yeah.

I'll give you a call later.

OK?

What are you doing?

Excuse me, sir.

I'm Officer Harold Mash, Budlow Police Department.

Do you know how dangerous hitchhiking is?

I need a ride.

Well, better to get a ride from a cop than anybody else.

Get in.

Where are you headed?

Just over to Maple Drive.

You live over there?

No.

Are you home for the holidays?

No.

Then what are you doing here?

You really want to know?

BLAZEK: I was 10 years old when I moved in with my parents.

I remember the very first day at my new school.

The teacher asked me to sit down next to a tiny, quiet boy.

His name was Andre Sisa.

He looked at me briefly, but didn't say a word.

[WHISPERING]

The rest of the class wasn't much better.

They kept watching me [INAUDIBLE]..

[WHISPERING]

After a few weeks, I began to notice some strange things.

A girl from a class had died a year before.

What happened to her?

It could be you next year, said a passing eighth grader.

Life in my class was run in a military fashion.

My classmates basically didn't leave

the classroom during break.

They would go to toilets in pairs.

Those who weren't picked up by their parents after school

would go home in groups.

I soon understood why.

As November was coming to an end, my class got even weirder.

Do you want to end up like Hrebackova, little guy?

marked the eighth grader.

I noticed that Sisa didn't have many friends either.

I had to help.

Don't pick at someone smaller than you, I shouted.

One of the teachers passed by.

Watch out, next time you're dead.

Thanks, said Sisa, speaking to me for the first time.

I took advantage of this and asked,

they were speaking about the girl

in the photo, weren't they?

How did she die?

Sisa whispered, wait for me after school.

I'll show you something.

Sisa took me across the park to a rundown house.

He started telling me the story on the way.

We were a quite, normal class at the start

until one day right before the summer holiday

Tomkovsky started feeling sick during PE.

The teacher called his parents, and he never came back.

The teacher later explained that he was really ill

and is in a better place now.

I think he had cancer.

That's how it started.

I was 10 years old when I moved with my parents.

I remember the very first day at my new school.

The teacher ask me to sit down next to a--

Seta's parents were going through a divorce,

and so he moved out with his mother.

Even though he left, death found its way to him.

Sh.

After a summer holiday, it soon got around

that our class was cursed, the class of death, they called us.

The older classmates started betting on who'd die next.

Hrebackova was at home for a long time with the flu,

so she got the highest score when it came to bets.

Fun turned into abuse.

I wanted to help her, but no one believed me,

and the class led by Fraser had already damned her.

One morning, her mom found her hung

from a scarf she knitted for her so she

wouldn't catch cold again.

Four years.

Four deaths.

That cannot be a coincidence.

It comes after us.

Now everyone looks out for each other, mainly

worried about themselves.

Nobody doubted it after Hrebackova's death.

I don't know why, but it's for sure that every year, one of us

dies.

And now you are one of us.

I was scared to death.

How could they believe such a thing?

I was rushing home to tell my parents

about the bullying, Hrebackova, the dead classmates,

but I never made it home.

I don't know why, but it's for sure that every year one of us

dies.

I came back from the hospital two weeks later,

a little battered, but alive.

I knew you'd come back.

Nobody was particularly pleased that I got better.

After a while, something new got their attention.

Fraser was missing.

Sisa wasn't at all himself that day.

He even left earlier without an apology.

I went to his hiding place to look for him after school.

[SHOUTING]

Very faintly, I heard some shouting.

I was sure it was for help.

It was coming from a deep elevator shaft

and got louder and louder.

Sisa scared the hell out of me.

I shouted at him that Fraser was hurt,

but he just stood there staring at me.

I know, but you can't call for help.

The calmness in his voice was frightening.

We cannot just wait, try to run away.

It is hunting us.

You saw it too, didn't you?

Sisa went on.

Fraser believed that you wouldn't

make it back from the hospital.

I didn't want to lose you.

So I invited Fraser to visit.

Only then was he sure that we would

both survive until next year.

And what if he really saved me?

The shouting died out after a while.

[SHOUTING]

[SCHOOL BELL RINGS]

NARRATOR: Next on "Strange Events."

[THEME MUSIC]