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Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the London Tombs.

The night has finally arrived
after months of waiting

and you won't believe what
we have in store for you,

but more importantly, those unlucky few,
who will be walking through those doors.

Before our guests arrive, let's take
a quick look at some of the horrors

that lie within the London
Tomb's scare attraction.

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Oooh. Scary stuff, eh.

This horror location will soon
be seen again on the big screens

for the return of the up and coming
sequel to the original Tomb 's movie.

As you know tonight, our lead actors along
with some of their brave celebrity guests,

will soon descend into the
hidden catacombs beneath our feet

for an unimaginable
night of horror.

Our ghouls are ready, the ghosts
are ready and more terrifyingly,

our celebrities are ready.

So, there is only one question left to
ask, are you ready? Because you better be.

Well how did that happen?
And he's not coming out?

Be careful with that, it costs more than your
house! Who am I kidding? You don't own a house.

Listen, I'm going to say only
once: solutions, not problems.

Go on.

Better not be a problem.

I'm not reading that.

- May I ask why not?
- Because it's awful, absolutely no understanding

of my character's
motivation whatsoever.

You're a TV presenter, Harriet,
and your motivation is in the bank.

Oh! I take personal oence to that
and I refuse to acknowledge it.

Well you sort of just did.

I am a personality.

I am a star.

And I would like to think after
writing for me for over three seasons

that those typewriter monkeys
would understand my character.

This is a bit dierent than filming a
two-minute intro to a midnight movie, darling.

I don't see how, darling.

This is a synergized
multimedia event.

The movie gets publicity,
this place gets publicity,

the channel gets a scary
new reality TV show,

and you, you get a
primetime audience for once.

Think about it, a weekly syndicated
survival horror show, with you as the star.

Like, Bear Grylls
without eating the wildlife.

- Aim for the stars!
- And that's why my character has to be right.

Luckily for you,

I understand my characters'
motivation perfectly.

No improv, Harriet.

You're looking beautiful.

Thank you. Champagne.

We're still here outside
the London Tombs.

And some of the great fans are hoping
to get what might be the last chance

to see their celebrity favs.

Let's have a word.

Hi, what are you most hoping
to see our stars face tonight?

Bill Piper, Bill Piper!

You're excited, aren't you?

- Yeah, Piper, Piper...
- Piper.

Yeah, okay.

As our countdown nears its end

let's take the chance to look at who's
already ventured inside to their fate.

Daytime soap awards star nominee
and star of The Tombs two, it's Gigi!

You better know him from his boy band crooning
days and star of the North Star, it's PJ!

Our celebrity sidekick,
Tanya Merryman.

Television and acting school and main state
of reality television, it's Lyle Rourke.

Lyle, Lyle!

And last, but definitely not
least, your celebrity journalist

and news reporter and
blogger, Doug Smart.

Doug, Doug, Doug...

This place
is a fucking maze.

Yeah, they do it on purpose
mate, it's to disorientate people.

Builds the fear apparently.
It's the whole point of it.

I don't understand why anyone would let, out
of work actors, chase around the dark for fun.

I mean, there's something
wrong with people.

People like to be scared.

It's a thrill.

You're a mug.

Anyway, I didn't come here to be
scared. I came here to do a job.

Dom?

Don't be scared,
don't be scared.

To be fair your job is bad, but
not as bad as these fucking two.

- It's not even Halloween yet!
- All right, all right.

Dickheads.

I don't know.

I think they're
kind of cute really.

Give us a sip.

- Ah, I've got lipstick on it now.
- Give it back here.

You see?

I told you.

There's something
wrong with people.

I take it you
don't watch horror films.

What happened to good old-fashioned
movies for the whole family?

Listen mate, you know what
you're missing, all right?

The London Tombs, the
first one absolute classic.

Stone cold classic.

A bunch of tourists, they get trapped
in this place overnight, and then-

then they get hunted
down by a deranged killer.

Picked o, one by one.

Total, old-school slasher!

Yeah, that sounds great.

Oh, I suppose this is your lad.

The one that does all the picking
and slashing and god knows what?

Slashing, slashing,
god knows what.

No, I-- I actually don't recognize
that one. Must be new for the sequel.

Let's just wrap it up here, eh? There
is a pint somewhere with my name on it.

You head.

That had better
be a glitch, Gary.

Oh, come on, Olivia, what do you want from me?
I'm dealing with all the technical problems,

what in an underground
scare attraction.

It's hardly wired
for audio visual.

So, no problem then.

No problem, just peachy.

- Uh-oh! Star wrangling?
- Character issues.

Problems with the
script apparently.

She's going to improv
it. I just know it.

What, the writing team couldn't get
the right mixture of tits and clichés?

We've created a monster.

She's more of a-- a minor demon.

I was hoping for
fashionably late.

Well, time to start
clearing out the stragglers.

Well, break a leg.

Fix the cameras.

Yes, ma'am.

Dom.

It's not even started yet and
I'm already getting shivers.

As we're close to kick o
that can only mean one thing.

It's time to introduce
our final guest.

You best know her as the star
of the original Tomb 's movie,

ready to head back
underground one last time.

It's Piper!

Let's take a look back at her
time in the original Tombs ' movie.

Come here. Come here.

- How are you feeling?
- Yeah, yeah. I'm good thanks.

I'm, you know, really excited to be
here with, with all the greatest fans!

Um, your fans.

I guess so.

- Nervous?
- Do you know, what I've got to be honest, I am a little bit.

Dom, pick up.

Fuck.

I am definitely getting workers
comp over that you, dopey prick.

My scream queen lungs
are ready to go.

- Okay, good. Get yourself in and good luck.
- Thank you.

Bye! Bye!

Our fan favorite is in.

Let's hope she can
survive the night.

Okay, don't hold back all right. This
is going on TV. I need to make an impact.

- Don't worry, you're going to look great.
- Right.

- Just don't get it in my eyes, okay?
- All right, all right.

What are you two still doing here?
I called places fifteen minutes ago.

Get moving.

Finally, a real star.
Well, another one.

- Me?
- Modest too, such a rare quality in horror royalty.

Well, I wouldn't say that.

I was so worried you would flake
and leave me here with the B-list.

You know, I've done all the
reality shows back home.

Now days, seems like a
natural career progression.

- Is this your first?
- Yes. It is.

I thought so.

You seem a little stressed out.

- Oh, it's not that. It's just uh...
- It is a little creepy.

- But this is going to be fun, don't you think?
- I guess so.

Hell, I was surprised they
talked you into doing this at all.

Contractual obligation.

Funny too, what a delight.

You know, once we're done here, we
really have to sit down and talk.

I am working on a bunch of
projects that you would love.

Sorry, you're needed.

- Hi!
- Hey, there. I'm-- I'm PJ.

I know who you are.

What gave me away?

I'd have preferred a table
read if I'm being honest.

Me too.

And there we have it, everyone's
in and the doors are locked.

The night is getting dark and
the creeps are coming out to play.

Stay with us as we venture
down into the Tombs.

But remember, get comfortable, stay
safe and hold your loved ones tight

because it's not only things down in
the Tombs that go bump in the night.

And we're out!

Look, I'm not being funny but how
many more links have I got to do?

So, you know, what-- what's
it like, uh, being back I mean?

Um, it's a little bit strange
if I'm being honest.

It's not really somewhere
I thought I'd be.

Oh, come on. The only last
surviving character from a hit movie.

- Seems like a no brainer to me.
- Ha, ha!

Look what the cat
dragged back in.

- How's the scars?
- Fine, how's the jaw?

Lucrative.

I'm sorry I-- I
missed something.

Must be jet-lagged.

This sorry excuse, arsehole of a
journalist made quite a name for himself,

- exploiting my personal life.
- And I made a mint.

So, I broke his jaw.

- Is that true?
- Oh yeah, he's an arsehole!

You know what, Piper? I'm so glad that they
didn't kick the life out of you completely.

Oh no, it's there.

I reserve it for tabloid hacks.

- Anyway, I thought print was dead.
- Bit like your career, honey.

Why don't you move
on away then, buddy?

I'll be seeing you.

Don't worry about him.

Why don't we go and get a drink
later after this, you know?

Whose got time
for camera queens?

Oh!

The three stars finally
together. Ah, this is so exciting!

Okay.

Piper! I am so thrilled to be
working with a "legend" like you.

Well, it's nice to meet you too.

Don't be scared.

- Dom?
- Don't be scared.

Dom?

Dom?

Dom?

Hello.

Dom?

Help me.

Dom!

Dom!

Help me.

Don't be scared.

Ladies and gentlemen,
gather around, please.

That's right, come on.

Thank you everybody for joining us
here tonight, we appreciate your time.

We'll be kicking o shortly.

Excuse me!

Focus here for a second.

Thank you.

So, I just wanted to run
you through basics.

I would hope your reps have
been through this already,

but I never assume
when it comes to agents.

Each of you have a wristband.

Red is principle cast
and blue is special guests.

At a point during the proceedings you
will be split up and pit against each other

in a basic challenge.

During which the scare professionals of the
production will pop up at random intervals

and boom, give you a scare.

Understood?

Rhetorical question, put
your hand down please.

Thank you, everybody.

That went really well.

What are you still
doing here? Fuck off!

Anyway, you go easy on
them tonight, eh, Nicky boy?

I'm sure I don't know
what you mean.

Look, I'll catch up with you
later for another cheeky swig.

See you later.

That's new.

When you are ready, boys and girls, it's
time to get this ghost train on the rails.

Harriet, on your mark, please.

Dom, Wayne if you're still down there it's
time to get your shit together and head on out.

Scare team
ready to go live.

And we're back
in five, four, three.

Welcome back to our long night of the
horrors, live here from The London Tombs.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we're ready to begin.

- Are you okay?
- Just nerves.

You don't strike me
as a nervous person.

Don't worry, I'll--
I'll keep you safe.

- Is that so?
- Oh yeah, I'm not afraid of anything.

Excuse me!

Ladies and gentlemen, boys
and girls, our spooky six.

Wait, wait, wait, um.

I didn't think you we're
afraid of anything.

I was just waiting for you.

What's the worst
that can happen?

- What?
- Nothing, something my agent said.

Oh god.

Eh?

Ah!

- What's your point?
- Piper, my dear.

The London Tombs.

It's the scene of your greatest
triumph. Your, your brightest day.

- Your...
- I'm not going.

Why not? You've already
signed up for the sequel.

This is early publicity.

I'm not ready for
this kind of event.

It's a closed set, there
is nothing to worry about.

Seb, you're meant
to be on my side.

What if that crazy
fan comes back?

Darling, I understand.
Really, I do.

But that was a long time ago, and the sooner
you're working, the easier it's going to get.

- Do you think I'm not trying?
- No sweetie, I think you're very trying.

Just kidding.

Please, stop pushing me to places
that I'm not ready to go to.

Unfortunately, uh, it's not
me doing the pushing, dear.

Contractual obligations.

Forcing people into compromising
situations since the 1920's.

- So they can sue me?
- They can fire you.

Think about it.

Your future, your independence,
your bank balance.

You mean yours.

A man can't live on
good intentions alone.

You've never had a
good intention in your life.

If the sequel does as well as the
first, it's seriously good money.

I suppose I better get
my walking boots on then.

That's my girl.

At least I will have
you with me.

Oh! I have this ghastly event
with another client across town.

She's actually calling,
uh, a pretty young girl, uh,

- dumb as a skunk, you know. No.
- Are you being serious?

Press love her, I mean.
At the moment at least.

Un-bloody-believable.

Seriously, you're
going to love it.

You're going to--
Thank you, love you.

That's right, you are
about to be a star.

Yeah.

Oh, I-- we're going
to have a blast.

- Oh hi, I'm-- I'm PJ.
- Hi! I'm Tanya.

Oh! I've heard
you're a physic.

Wow! Talking to
people's dead relatives.

Do you know how much of people's life
savings they spend on that horseshit?

I've never charged
a penny to anyone.

Why don't you read my palm?

I don't read palms.

How convenient.

- Everyone in their place?
- Yep.

Uh, why can't I see
any of the scare guys?

That's because
they're all hidden.

That's the point.

Sticking to the shadows.

Whoa!

Come on people,
let a pro lead the way.

I don't think so, pervert.

I bid you welcome.

Oh my god.

That's not funny.

The year was 1665.

Carried on the back of vermin,
fleas spread the devastating

plague through
crowded city streets.

Struck down by this aiction in
numbers vast enough to defy belief

were dragged from their homes
and dumped into mass graves.

Over three hundred years later, while
excavating the very place of London Bridge,

- the builders happened
upon a gruesome discovery.

Hundreds of human skeletons
twisting out of the earth,

as if trying to make good their
escape from their earthly tomb.

Some refused to go to work,
fearing sickness, while others

were afraid of the
less physical threat.

From the damned that they shook
loose from their god forsaken bonds.

When we were finally ready to open on
the tombs to the public, we had a priest,

concentrate the grounds to, you
know, contain the restless spirits.

Although and I don't mean to alarm
you, I was oered no guarantee,

no definite confirmation
that some small...

Oh look, she's using the script.

...festering for
a century still...

The only fucker that festers here,
love, are the sub-par electronics.

Two teams will enter the pit of
despair with one simple goal.

Concealed into the tomb
below is a skull, one of many.

Now, this skull however, does
not belong to a simple victim.

Rather a man of great evil.

A necromancer who cast
his curse on this place.

The place of his interment promising
to return and wreck his revenge.

Robert White.

- Who?
- Ah!

That will be revealed
in good time.

But for now,
I shall tell you this.

I wish you to find it for me.

It's getting like a game show.

- Yay!
- To the victors, freedom.

To the losers, well,
that would be telling.

A Virgil to your Dante
on your decent to hell.

Now, hurry along.

Time is of the essence and
your fate hangs in the balance.

Fire hazard.

That's going to end up somewhere very
unpleasant if you don't get it out of my face.

Ooh! Is that a promise?

That's better.

So, doesn't London Bridge like
go up in the middle or something?

That's Tower Bridge, hon.

Oh my god, just like the song.

Daddy,
what you doing to mummy?

Every motherfucking time.

- As our celebrities...
- We're out!

- What?
- Yeah, we're out.

- What the fuck?
- They're saying all the cameras are out.

- What all of them?
- That's what I'm getting.

They're re-running
the video packages.

Great, so much for
live TV experience.

I'm trying to get something out of
the control room, just sit tight.

These are real bones.

You know you'd get more screen
time if you kept up with the crowd.

Besides, I don't want
to get left behind.

God only knows what these
weirdos do when the cameras are o.

Oh, my god!

They don't know what they've
done. This is a huge mistake.

Are you okay?

No, I'm fine.

Then let's go. I didn't pay for
the Hilton to not be sleeping there.

She ain't a physic, you know.

Her crew feeds her information through
an earpiece, she does all this...

It's all a total put on.

And Gigi, I can tell you
a thing or two about Gigi.

Well, let's just say she didn't get
to where she is purely on talent.

And just don't get in the way and her and
the spotlight, if you know what I mean.

Total Tanya Harding type.

Anything?

Total radio silence.

Well, I hope the fans are enjoying
their extended their ad break.

So, I've
done many reality shows.

This is your first one, so if
I can help you in anyway?

- Having fun?
- You know, I think you're so brave.

For coming back I mean.

- Oh, whatever you've read I...
- I was talking about the movie.

- Oh! - I think it's so brave of
you to try to re-launch your career,

in a movie where they're
killing you o so early.

Oh, you didn't know.

I am so sorry.

I guess I just have a better
relationship with the producers than you.

They're making me the
new face of the franchise.

They're calling it
"The new generation."

Have you even read the script?

Okay.

Tanya.

Pathetic.

Current mood, unimpressed.

- Remind me why we invited him again?
- Synergy.

You see you keep saying that, but
I'm not sure you know what it means.

I'm already really famous in LA. I have like
over a million followers on social media.

And I really love my fans,
you know, they're so sweet.

They're always...

Oh Lyle, I just wanted
to ask you, um...

You're not scared
already, are you?

Something really weird
is happening here.

I can feel it.

Listen, I'm a believer.

You can always talk
to me if you need to.

Thank you.

Are you ready?

Mm-hmm.

Good.

Cos we only have
one shot at this

and there is already some other
idiot walking around back there.

- Do you want me to go and have a word or...
- No.

I want you to stay on your mark.

I will find him later.

You okay?

Just uh, bad energy here.

Oh, quit it with your
physic play acting, love.

Ooh, shit, fuck!

Pricks.

They're definitely life-like,
I'll give them that.

Ooh, it looks like this is where
we are going our separate ways then.

Sorry, if I upstage
you, but-- you know.

Yeah, the new generation.

Yeah, can we quit the
chitchat and keep moving?

No, please wait.

Hey, don't worry, Tanya.

Nothing bad is going to
happen. It's just a show.

Exactly, she's already
playing the part.

No, listen to me.

I know there is something
really wrong here.

You're telling me sweetheart.

- Like what?
- I don't know yet, but...

Something, something is moving.

Well, it's not us.

Listen, I know you're scared,
but nothing's going to happen.

It's just a game.

Please, there's something
really wrong here.

You must be careful.

Okay, let's go.

You're confident,
you're scary, you're fear.

You're confident,
you're scary, you're fear.

Hello?

Hello?

Haven't you got anything better to do
than play with yourself in the dark?

So not funny.

Ah, you dick! Get out of here
man, my bit's coming up.

Oh my god.

Who the hell is that? No one
should be down here yet.

No.

Not busting up the place either.

Oi, whose pissing about?

This isn't funny, guys.

Nick?

We're done.

What? Really?

Yeah, they got the CCTV back, but they
can't get the outside feedback live.

- Oh! What are they going to do?
- Do you really care?

Nah. Good point.
Oi, someone get me a car.

I've got places to be with
alcohol and some people.

Watch this.

Well, you know what,
we've got the reaction.

That's all that counts.

Are you serious?
We didn't see anything.

Hashtag, no filter. Ha, ha.

Help...

me.

Oh!

If it's going to keep happening,
we need to get it fixed now.

Well, if you can get the boys
on the radio, be my guest.

They're not coming
back to me, are they?

Well, you go then.

- Excuse me?
- Go and fix it.

I'm a little bit busy.

Fine! I'll go.

You'll need this.

And don't forget to
use the pointy end.

Prick.

Looks like my ex-girlfriend.

- Where's-- where's
Piper? Woah! Woah! - Run!

Look, I'm supposed
to be the jittery one.

- What's going on?
- This thing he's huge! He's just killed someone.

Oh, you can't be serious.

This is a weak attempt
to upstage me.

Go and have a look and
see if there's anything there.

See? Nothing.

It's just a part of the show.

They're just trying
to play on your nerves.

- It's okay.
- Yeah, well it worked.

Okay.

Let's go.

Let's get this over
and done with.

Come on then, Mystic Meg.

What are you feeling now?

Same as before.
Something very powerful here.

The necromancer, the one
that Harriet mentioned upstairs.

I think it's more
than just a story.

I think it's real.

Gather around for
I have a tale to tell.

And you're right.

He was very real.

I'm not acting.

I...

As the plague spread
through the slums of the city,

no one was safe from the
insidious spread of death.

Fearing for their safety, they turned away
from the doctors that had done little to stop

the flow of chaos.

And looked for a
more arcane remedy.

A wealthy group of citizens
trying to safe their own skin

turned to a man
named Robert White.

Tanya, how did you
know his name?

Specializing

in the dark arts, most notably
communication with the spirit realm,

White promised these people, that he could call
on this side to save them and their families.

Although this came at a price, Robert
White was a deceitful and wicked man.

And before long his benefactors
came to see their wives and children,

grow sick and die from the very
illness he promised to keep at bay.

What happened next?

Oh, is that the time? You'd
better get on your way.

No please I'm not
playing, I need to know!

Well, what do you know!

Someone who claims they can speak
to the dead is actually talking shit.

No please, I think
we are in danger here.

Robert White.

White.

Dial it back a bit, will you?

Jesus.

Stupid fucking physic,
doesn't she know who I am?

Stepping all over my lines,
I'm going to call her agent.

I'm going to get
her fucking fired.

Let's see what
she thinks about that.

You, you're in the wrong place,
you're supposed to be over there.

Can't you do anything right? You
have one job and it's fucking easy.

How come none of you know what the
fuck to do? You're a moving mannequin.

All you have to do is be here when
the action's supposed to start.

It's not fucking dicult.

Why aren't you listening to me?
Don't you know who I am?

What don't you fucking understand?
Get your ass over there.

Oh what?

Hey.

We'll be done soon.

Get ourselves a sti drink,
somewhere with lots of lights.

- What do you say?
- Yeah, sure.

I mean, it just looked so real.

Well, what kind of real?

Oh my god! What happened?

Take it the news didn't, uh,
quit travel across the pond.

I had a run in with a fan and he
figured himself to be my boyfriend.

And when I didn't feel the same
way he got a little aggressive.

Shit, I'm sorry.

Don't be, I've spent enough time
feeling sorry for myself and hiding away.

This is my big return.

Seems like a bit
of an odd choice.

Yeah, I'm starting
to think that myself.

Although, not as odd as a claustrophobic
entering an underground tomb.

You're what?

Sounds like the start
of a bad joke, huh?

- I thought you said nothing scared you?
- Well not nothing.

Why would they leave
a script lying around?

Perhaps they missed their cue.

Or it's a clue.

Oh no wait, nope, never
mind it's not for us.

- So, what do we do?
- Stay here, I guess.

Fuck that!
We should get going.

Don't want the other team
to find the skull before us.

- Seriously.
- Winners get top billing.

Okay.

What, what's so scary
about this place?

Maybe it's just me.

Yeah, not exactly the most
exciting footage I've ever filmed.

Quiet.

I'm getting something.

Oh, come on give it up.

You have to listen to me.

No, I don't.

There's something
supernatural at work here.

The only thing that's at work here is
your ridiculous overactive imagination.

Something evil.

From a misguided childhood.

I know what I'm talking about!

- You're not going to buy into this
shit, are you? - Well, I don't know.

She did know who
that Robert guy was.

- How do you explain that?
- Mm-mmm, she read the script.

Well, yeah.
I guess, that could be.

Do you know what? You two wait
here. I'm o to find the others.

What the fuck!

- Oh! Oh my god! What happened to you?
- You need to help.

Right, we need
to get out of here.

Yeah, okay, fella. Good stu.

He's going to come, he--
he will come for us all.

Who? Who is coming?

Oh, knock it o love, if you'll
excuse me, I'm leaving.

I wouldn't if I were you.

Yeah well, you're not me.

See you later.

Don't leave us!

So, this is a hallway
of nightmares.

Definitely, fucking
nightmares. Okay.

Claustrophobia and dolls.

I said almost nothing.

Almost nothing.

Oh, shit.

Oh, this isn't right.

Where the fuck am I?

- Ladies first.
- Oh, man up.

You all right?

Still can't believe you
signed up for this?

- A job's a job, right?
- Mm-hmm.

- You don't think they'd, let me go
around, do you? - I wouldn't count on it.

Oh, for f...

What the...

What the f...

- I found it!
- Fuck!

See, I found it!

Ooh, interesting.

What does it say?

"A warning to any intrepid explorer
who finds this accursed skull."

Ooh.

"A curse will fall on those that seek to
remove it from this, it's final resting place.

Robert White will rise from
hell to seek his revenge.

Go back.

Go back from whence you came."

Terrifying.

It's plastic.

Heads up!

- So, does that mean we can go now?
- Sure hope so.

What the hell? I didn't
authorize that costume.

It is fucking, fucking real!

What the fuck you staring at?
Let's get the fuck out of here.

What happened,
what did you see?

Fuck knows, but I'm not
hanging around to see it again.

- Oh!
- Stupid bitch.

- Are you all right?
- We've got to go, he's coming.

- Who's coming?
- Him. He's huge.

- What the hell is going on?
- Uh, there's a stairwell.

Look, I've got
the skull, I've won.

Just shut up, Gigi!

- Will someone please tell me
what the fuck is going on? - Oh!

Well, that was a bit much.

Gigi, come on.

Fuck!

Help!

Forget it. It's no good.

- Help!
- Forget it. It's no good.

Well what do you suggest?

I suggest we head back, walk into
the entrance, straight into the lobby.

You want to listen
to this asshole?

You're going to be
walking straight into him.

Excuse me.

But if this so-called gift of yours has
given you any information whatsoever,

then I suggest you might
want to share it with us.

He's out there and
he is waiting for us.

She's right.

There is a fucking
maniac on the loose

and you want to take advice
from an ex-mental patient?

What do you mean
ex-mental patient?

Ask her yourself,
a real fruitcake.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, right.

If you look here, there's the stairwell
that's where she's heading, that's our way out.

Look, this is obviously
just part of the show.

I mean, it's got to be a trick.
We've already found this.

Okay, if you look there, there's the stairway
that connects there and that's how we get out.

Let's go.

But...

Holy shit!

- Anything?
- Nothing.

Right, we must have gone the wrong
way because if you look here...

This is ridiculous.

Excuse me?

This is ridiculous.

This is all just
part of the show,

and I'm not going to let you use this
as an excuse to steal my limelight.

Unbelievable.

- Thank you.
- That is not a compliment.

Stop, stop it.
We need to work together.

You know what I need to do right
now is show those people out there

what they really want to see.

- People are dying!
- Oh my god, you are as dumb as you look.

You know what? If you two want to go
on, running on home then go, but not...

No, no, no! You stay here!

Hell, with that! I'm going
to do what I do best.

I'm going to be a star.

Oh shit!

Mother fucker.

Run!

No.

I've got this. Get out.

Shit. Oh, shit.

What the fuck am I doing?

Unbelievable.

Fucking brilliant.

Fuck!

Move!

Hey, buddy.

Yep, d-- don't mind me.

It's locked.

Fuck.

- Have you got any cell reception?
- Nothing.

I've got a
bar on my Wi-Fi.

Surely.

Oh, shit.

I think that's the Wi-Fi.

Fuck!

Thanks for that.

Where's Lyle?

He saved me.

Which one is it?

Oh, Christ!

This is from the seventies.

Jesus!

Robert White.

But that...
That was just a story.

But one based in truth.

Look, he cursed this place.

He made a promise to rise
from the dead and rised he has.

So, what? He's like a--
a zombie or something?

No, a spirit.

It's taken on a form
with no energy of its own.

Nothing to resist it.

This is horse shit.

He was weak at first.

But he is getting
stronger with every kill.

Closer and closer
to what he really wants.

- And what is it that he really wants?
- A host.

Human flesh and blood
to carry his spirit.

And then?

Then we can leave this place.

- And God help us!
- So, what do we do now then?

Well, we stay here, right?

I thought you were
claustrophobic.

Lesser of two evils.

Yeah well, I-- I-- I for one
might be incapable of moving.

What are you-- uh,
what are you doing?

No.

Hold it closed.

Oh, fuck it.

I give up.

Fucking had enough of it.

- Well, now what?
- We wait here obviously.

Dumb arse.

- Run?
- This is ridiculous.

- Are you fucking thick?
- You want to carry your own ass?

- Ignore me I-- I-- I-- I'm in
considerable amount of pain. - Shut up, man.

No. He'll be back.
He knows we are here.

He won't give up
that easily, he needs us.

And where is he, if he
needs us so bloody badly?

Where is Gigi?

Is this what you want?
Is this what you're after?

Shit, we-- we have to help
her. We have to find her.

We can't fight him like that.

- Then how?
- Something is holding him to this place.

Something that allows
his spirit to remain.

Oh, brilliant yeah. We're
back to this nonsense again.

What is it?

A skull.

It's plastic.

Not that one.

The way we came in,
one of the skulls on the wall.

I believe if we destroy this
skull, we destroy the connection.

Well fuck it, at least
it's the way out.

You're going to
have to guide us.

Oh, it's you.

Look. You may have all the
others fooled, but not me.

But don't worry.

I'm willing to play along.

Oh, my god mister.

Please don't kill me.

I'm too young to...

Hey!

Oh, not the axe.

Oh god, anything but the axe.

Oh my god.

What's this?

Nah.

Sounds like they are
having fun down there.

Not for me.

Ooh, this is the one for me.

Ah, that's my baby.

Come to daddy.

You and me.

You're a bad ass.

Yeah? I've been hurt before
and it ain't happening again.

Fair enough.

Ah you're so heavy, ah.

Ooh, what the fuck?

- Don't want to mess up your pony tail.
- Shut the fuck up.

Quickly, he's getting closer.

Run.

Woah!

Piper!

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!

Fucking typical!

Come on.

Here. Here, here.
Down, down, down.

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah!

- Where you going?
- Going back for the others.

No, no, no, no. Fuck them.

We don't know them, so we
don't owe them. Let's move on!

Look, just stay here
and be quiet. I'll be back.

Woah, where you going? Woah, woah,
what you doing? Woah, I've got money.

Don't leave me!

Fuck!

Fuck.

Oh my god.

- What happened to you?
- Long story.

- A-- a-- a-- and him, that thing? Behind
me somewhere. - I don't know. I, uh.

What do you want to do?

We finish this.

Okay, yeah.

Yeah, uh, come on.

But I was meant to be a star.

Oh my god.

Thanks for coming back
for me you, arsehole.

I could always just
leave you here, huh.

Listen, listen! We think
we've found a way out.

Well, why are we standing around
here talking like schoolgirls?

- I didn't have to come back for you.
- Argue later.

Run.

Fuck you!

Piper!

You should've just
fucking left me there.

Fucking pricks!

All right?

Do we need to rest?

No, no. Like you said,
no more hiding.

No more hiding.

Now is not the time to panic.

Now is the time to finish it.

Let's go.

Give me a fucking break!

Please, please, please.
Of course it doesn't... Fuck!

Ah, for...

For fu...

What the fuck happened to you?

Who the fuck is this?!

What the hell's your
problem, Lurch?

Which one is it?

It's got to be that one.

- I'll go.
- No!

No!

Come and get me then!

PJ!

Robert White!

This tomb is yours!

PJ.

PJ.

You okay?

Alive at least.

Let's get you out of here.

Okay.

Come on.

Come here.

Come here.

Ah, god.

Ah, put me down.

Just here, just here
is fine. Put me down.

Well, I guess that's
the movie scuppered.

Still got the leading
lady though.

And the leading man.

Well,

I'm not going to make
it to the end credits.

No.

I'm done.

I um, guess you'll have to
have that drink on your own.

My final girl.

Woah, woah, woah,
woah! Help me.

Just wait, I've just got
to check this door!

I am still alive! As
unbelievable as it may seem.

- Help me!
- Wait!

The others?

That is one hell of an article.

I need to get this door open, because
he's coming and that won't hold him.

I think he's already here.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait!

Kill her, not me.

Please!

I'm too smart to die.

Fuck!

Hit! Hit! Hit! Hit!

Come on then, you bastard!

Oh, fuck.

Woah, Piper.

You are a fucking legend.

I take it all back.

Ah, Jesus.

No hard feelings, eh.

I got here to talk, so...

What are you doing?

I apologized.

I said I was-- Don't be stupid.

I sai-- I sai--
I said I was sorry.

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