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(bright bouncy music)

- Hey mister.

- Well hello little girl.

And what's your name?

- Jaden, what's yours?

- What's your favorite name?

- Hmm, Jack.

- All right, you can call me Jack.

(dramatic music)

(Jaden laughs)

- That was fun, what you got in the box Jack?

- That is a secret.

- A secret, what kind of secret?

- Now if I told you that, it wouldn't be

much of a secret now would it.

- Oh come on Jack, please.

- I don't know.

- I promise I won't tell anyone.

- Hmm.

Okay.

- Oh it's a puppy, he's so cute.

Oh, what kind of puppy is he?

- A hungry one.

(dog growls) (Jaden screams)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- This is a true story you guys.

My gramps told me this one, it's kinda creepy.

The year was 1962, and it happened right here

in Woods Creek, a lot of bizarre and mysterious events

took place that year.

Something happened to the people of Woods Creek,

they went mad.

People went missing, disappeared without a trace.

Some say the town was cursed because of all the sinners.

People got possessed, went nuts, no one really knows why.

There was murder, suicide,

one lady even stuck her own head in the oven

and burned her face completely off.

- Oh. - Oh God.

- Even the children were acting weird.

It was the headline of every newspaper in Virginia.

Extra, extra, read all about it,

hear about the Woods Creek massacre.

So there were all these gruesome murders,

people had their heads chopped off,

some were stabbed, some were strangled,

some had cut throats.

The people of Woods Creek were in total

and complete panic.

No one knows what drove all those people mad,

no one knows if it could happen again.

Anyone can lose their mind, anyone, even us.

Snap, you go on a murderous rampage with no control,

and no coming back.

It could happen, any moment.

- What was that?

- You're such a girl Zoe.

- [Zoe] Duh.

- Jack, look out behind you!

(screams)

(birds chirping)

(somber organ music)

- Why would God do this Father, I don't under,

I don't understand?

My Chas is gone, and he was so brutally taken from me.

What kind of monster would do this?

(sobs)

- Now, now child, we're never to question Gods will.

God has a destiny for all of us.

And when he calls us home, we must go.

- But father he was just a child, an innocent child.

- He's gone home now.

- Father, are you all right, you don't look so well?

- No I'm er, I'm afraid I'm not feeling well Marianne.

I'm sorry we're gonna have to cut our conversation short.

- Feel better father, I don't know if I ever will.

- Find peace in God, he's all we can count on

in times like this.

- Goodbye father.

- May God be with you.

(dramatic music)

(Father Fulci groans)

What is happening to me?

(coughs)

(suspenseful string music)

Oh I'm sorry I didn't see you there.

I er, my apologies.

- Pardon me father.

You feeling all right there Padre?

You don't look so well.

- Yes, I've taken ill all of a sudden.

But no worries, nothing God can't heal.

- Okay.

Looks like a storm's coming.

- Oh, you may be right.

Are you erm, new to Woods Creek?

- No, just passing through.

You might wanna think about getting yourself

some rest father.

(knocking on door)

- What?

- May I come in?

- Yeah, come on in.

Well if it isn't the Woods Creek Herald's finest.

I see you still have your bag of tricks.

- Always, I never leave home without it.

- You know, it's reporters like you that made me

wanna leave this city.

Hyping every story, only a sliver of real truth

in the actual print.

It's enough to make a man wanna start drinking again,

or blow my own brains out.

- Well now we wouldn't want that,

you've worked so hard to be sober,

don't go losing that victory.

We all know that your father's suicide

drove you to drink, and that's understandable,

but to follow in his footsteps, how tragic would that be?

- Throwing my fathers death at me, really?

None of the diarrhea that spews from your mouth

even fazes me darling.

In fact, I knew you would come stomping in here today

on your hooves, I know how you just like to sniff out

all the good shit.

- I'm just doing my job detective.

If it bleeds it leads, and right now, it's bloody.

Now what can you tell me about last nights murder

of Chas Oswald?

Any suspects?

- He's dead, and no.

Oh how clever, you see this is why you're a detective,

and I'm a reporter.

You figure these things out just like that.

(clicks fingers)

Who would have thought, murder equals death, wow!

You are truly gifted detective.

All right look, can we just try to be civil

long enough for me to get an interview?

I know he was murdered with an ax,

and I know the killer used a pillowcase as a mask.

- Maybe he was trying to hide his true identity.

- Okay, now you're just being a smartass.

I need the facts, details.

We need to let the people know what we're up against.

- First of all, there is no we.

You come in here throwing your weight around,

attacking me at every corner, and then somehow

act like I'm responsible for us not being civil.

Second, I will let the people of the town

know the facts as they come in, okay.

(sighs)

- So that's it, you're not gonna give me

anything to work with here?

- You'll just make something up anyway.

Why ruin a good thing?

- The residents deserve to know that there's

a serial killer on the loose, and I'm going to tell them.

- You will do no such thing.

- How dare you, give that back.

- Look, we don't know there's a serial killer out there,

okay, there was one victim last night, one.

That's why I'm a detective, and you're a reporter.

I know the difference between a serial killer

and a murderer.

- We all know that murder in Woods Creek

is a rare occurrence.

There hasn't been a murder here since 1962,

this murder is a headline.

- Look, we're done here for the day Miss Thompson, okay.

So why don't you just tippy-toe your sour little ass

right out of my office.

- Fine.

But I'll get my headline, with or without your assistance.

- I'm sure you will Tippi.

Tippi, you've got five seconds to get the hell

out of my office.

- You know I heard that ax almost split

that boys skull right in two.

- Yep, I'll tell you it's got me all shook up,

it's bad business.

- Yep.

- Howdy folks.

Think I can get a trim?

Leo.

(laughs)

Wow, come on now, don't be shy.

- Sure you can get a trim.

I'll have you out of here in a few jiffy.

Are you just passing through young man?

Or are you planning on settling in Woods Creek?

- Not really, I'm just here on a bit of business.

- What type of business would you be in

if you don't mind me asking ya?

- You can say I'm in the collections business.

(laughs)

- That guy aint from around here,

I've never seen that car before.

- He's probably a Yankee.

Hey hold on Lance, might be some coupons for beer in here.

- Ah you shit for brains, there aint no coupons for beer.

There might be a sale on beer,

but there aint no coupons.

- Hey wait a minute man, check this out.

You remember that story about the murders

back in the 60's.

- Where the hell'd that come from?

(suspenseful music)

- What you gonna do today Jesco?

- Oh I don't know, probably get drunk,

beat the shit out of Annie.

Look at that sweet arse.

- You still beating on that poor girl?

- Poor, shit,

aint nothing poor about that old hag,

'cept for her judgment.

Poor.

Tramp gets out of hand, I put her in place,

simple as that.

- You ought to not beat on her like that,

if you don't like her then find a new girl.

- Way I see it Fiddler, aint none of your concern.

You best mind your business.

Well, well, well, looky who we got pulling up in here

there Fiddler.

Guess you were right about that new girl.

Pickings just got better.

- Yeah, she's pretty.

- Oh I'm gonna love pumping this gas.

(dramatic music)

- You getting out princess?

- Well hello there ladies.

- Hello.

- So then, what parts might y'all be from

if y'all don't mind me asking?

- Northern Virginia.

- Northern Virginia?

Yeah, sure is a,

hot out here today.

- Excuse me, is there a ladies room we can use around here?

- Yes, yes there is.

We got a, we got an out house right out back

that y'all can use.

Real clean.

No I'm just yanking your chain,

I'm just talking shit.

- I smelt something.

- What was that darling?

- Oh nothing, I was just saying no worries

on the bathroom, we can find another one down the road.

- So then, what can I do y'all for?

You want me to er, fill her up?

- Yeah, you can er, fill her up.

Quick, lock your door.

There's two of them, I just pissed one of them off.

- Great, as if I wasn't already freaked out

in the middle of back woods country.

- These here are Northern whores.

- Is that so? - Uh-huh.

- What are they looking at?

- Ignore them they're hillbilly freaks.

Just get our gas and get out of here.

- I have to pee really bad,

and we're in the middle of nowhere.

- I'm sure in the middle of nowhere

is better then the slop house here.

- Valid point.

(knocking on window)

- That'll be 36.50 ma'am.

Now er, what's wrong there darling?

You afraid to roll that window down there all the way?

Hell,

don't mind us, we're as harmless as serial killers now.

- Keep the change.

- Oh I will.

Roll it up now.

Dangerous people out there.

- Why haven't you left her yet?

- I er,

it's complicated.

And it just could take time.

- Don't you think she knows by now.

- No, look at me.

I just wanna be with you.

- Well I'm not getting any younger so I'd hurry up.

I'm gonna go take a piss.

(upbeat synthesized music)

- Hope them pants are still undone.

(dramatic music)

What the hell?

Holy shit!

(groans)

- Looks like somebody broke down.

They sleeping?

- I don't think so.

Oh shit.

- Oh man what is this?

I aint never seen a dead body before.

I touched a dead body, I think I'm gonna be sick.

This is real bad.

(gags)

We best tell the sheriff, somebody killed these girls.

I feel like somebody's watching us, come on let's roll.

Lance, come on man, let's go.

Now!

(birds chirping) (upbeat rock music)

(music drowns out lyrics)

- Hey there Jimmie Ray.

What's going on?

- Shit, not much.

Drunk, drinking and shit.

- Drinking.

Hey!

Wake on up there Bobbie Joe.

Come here.

Pay more attention to your thirsty patrons,

and less on them damn cat claws.

Okay.

(Bobbie Joe hisses)

- Kiss my arse Jesco, you too Fiddler.

- Bobbie Joe is it happy hour yet?

- Yeah, I reckon you sorts want your usual poison.

- Keep 'em coming.

- That's right Bobbie Joe, keep 'em coming.

Keep 'em titties coming.

Yeah, here's to titties.

(cheers) (patrons laughing)

Yeah, you go ahead and laugh don't ya.

Yeah, I'll kill y'all.

I'll bust you hard.

- All right Jimmy Ray settle on down now.

- Yes sir.

- Sheriff, any word on who might have killed

that poor boy?

Does Detective Wesson know anything?

- No we don't know nothing yet Bobbie Joe.

Don't worry your pretty little head about it though,

Woods Creek Sheriffs department will handle it.

(whistles)

(imitates pig grunting)

(laughs)

(whistles)

♪ California ♪

- Well howdy there handsome.

What spirit be your pleasure?

- All of them but I'll take bourbon.

- Coming right up honey.

(laughs)

- Oh boy.

I aint never seen you before.

You sure as shit aint from around these parts, are ya.

- No I aint from around these parts.

- Is that right.

You must be some kind of a wise guy hmm.

- That's right.

How's that little girlfriend of yours Jess?

Still recovering from that last door she walked into.

- Hey!

- Jesco!

That's enough.

Don't make me take you in again boy, sit on down.

Jesco!

- Now there's a good boy.

- So,

what's your name hmm?

You got a name, what do they call ya?

- Call me...

Devil.

- Sheriff!

I've been trying to reach ya, you got your radio off?

- Walkies in the car, what's going on Tombs?

- We just got a call about a murder.

- What?

- Turns out we found these girls on Free Hollow Road,

and then Mr. Evans called, Mrs. Evans just killed herself.

- All right deputy, call Detective Wesson, let's roll.

- Oh heavenly father I pray that you protect us from evil.

That there will be light when all seems dark.

And oh Lord I believe a darkness has fallen on us.

Please protect each and every one of us,

and may this illness that has stricken me

leave as quickly as it came.

In Jesus name I pray.

(suspenseful piano music)

- Detective this is gruesome, I've never seen

anything like this.

Not since Carl Masterson blew his brains out,

that was a real mess.

I ran the plate.

- And?

- Fairfax, Virginia.

- Sheriff, you got your camera?

- Yeah.

- I've got my camera detective.

(camera clicks)

- So who do you think you are?

This is a crime scene, and you're tampering with evidence.

So that camera of yours is now police property.

You walk off with it, and I'll have you arrested

for obstructing justice.

What is she, what is she writing?

What are you writing?

- Notes detective, I've got a news story to tell.

So, three gruesome murders within 24 hours.

- And a suicide.

- Suicide?

Detective, what's going on here, is he for real?

- Okay, come with me.

- Get your hands off me.

- Calm down will ya.

As for this.

- Hey.

- Like I said, police property.

You can pick it up at the station in the morning.

As for your headline, you're walking on egg shells.

You keep your story on the suicide and not the murders.

Reporting on this now will only cause panic.

Are we clear?

- As glass.

- Sheriff. - Yes detective.

- You got any gloves?

- Yes sir, right over here.

(suspenseful music)

Sheriff, do any of these wounds looks familiar to you?

Think 50 years ago.

- Like 1962?

You think we've got a copycat on our hands,

after all these years?

- I don't know, could be a coincidence.

Something just isn't right.

Pop the trunk.

Well it looks like they are,

were traveling, probably just passing through.

Okay, sheriff, contact Deputy Hill and comb the area.

Get their purses, luggage, IDs and cellphones.

See who they contacted last.

Start asking around town to see if anybody

came in contact with these girls today.

Oh, and notify their families,

I'm going to Mrs. Evans to clear the scene.

I'm gonna have to write a report on this.

- Detective.

Something really wrong going on here, isn't it?

- There damn sure is.

(crickets chirping)

- Nice car.

Man I bet you've got some change in there you can spare.

- Hello Joseph.

- We don't know each other.

- Oh I know you Joe, and I know what you did

to your wife.

How is the little misses?

(laughs)

I know what happened Joe, but hey,

she's no longer lonely.

Not like how you left her anyway.

Cold, beaten, bloody.

Left on her own to die.

She's not like that anymore.

She has friends.

And you wanna know something else Joe,

she misses you.

Don't you wanna see her Joe?

'Cause she really, really,

wants to see you.

(muffled groans)

- Mary?

- Joe.

Joe. - Mary no!

(Joe groans) (flesh ripping)

♪ Malakai's is nothing ♪

♪ He's laughing at you ♪

♪ Malakai is laughing ♪

♪ He's nothing but beyond you ♪

- Please come home kitty.

- I'm telling ya fellas.

I don't like it, it's something big going on in this town.

Aint like Mrs. M taking her own life.

Just aint.

- Good morning father, have yourself a seat.

(coughs)

- Thank you.

- Boy this murder business

is sure to bring back bad memories.

- Woods Creek seems cursed don't it?

Father, are you feeling all right?

You don't look so good.

- No Stan, I haven't been feeling myself these

past few days, but I'm very weak

but I'll be better.

- Curse got you too father, maybe you should see a doctor?

- Gentlemen, I believe we're all in danger.

Earl, you may be right.

It seems a darkness has fallen upon this town.

(bells tolling)

- Walk much mister?

- All the time.

- Yeah well you should be experienced

in not running into people.

And what's with the Happy Days get up?

Did Fonzie take the day off?

(laughs)

(foot stamping)

- First of all that was the 50s.

And don't you know, Tippi, the 60s are back.

(tense music)

(phone ringing)

Deputy Hill.

- Yeah what is it now Dale?

- My mom, my momma's missing, she's gone.

- Gone?

- Yeah, her wheelchair's at home,

but, but she, she's gone.

- What was your moms name again?

- Hell if I know, I've always called her momma.

- All right just calm down man, we'll find her.

- Okay, okay.

- [Deputy] Detective Wesson wake up.

(bottle bangs)

- What?

I need coffee.

So what happened now?

- Well you've fallen off the wagon for starters.

- Yeah, it looks like I did.

I ain't been feeling like myself lately.

- Well we need you to be yourself right now detective,

focus, this town needs you.

Ant Clark was murdered last night, we just got the call.

His girlfriend Susie and his buddy Lance,

they were with him last night, now they're missing.

- Well who the hell would be doing this?

- You know there was this fella in the bar last night.

Sketchy character.

Probably just drifting through town but,

he was dressed weird.

Look like he stepped out the 60's or something,

looked like a greaser.

- The 60's?

All right.

Boys it looks like we might have

a serial killer on the loose.

Deputy Tombs, I need you to go question some of the locals.

Track down Lance, and Susie and this drifter.

Sheriff, why don't you come with me.

- Just another day in paradise.

Oh one more thing, you're gonna love this.

- That fucking cunt!

(groans)

- What the hell happened to you?

- Fuck.

What you talking about hmm?

- You got blood all over ya.

Did you get in a fight or something

after I left the bar?

- Well the hell if I know.

I gotta bad hangover, I don't...

Fuck I don't remember.

- Some weird shit's been going on man.

I heard this morning them two girls

who came through her yesterday, you know,

the Yankee bitches.

- Yeah.

What about 'em?

- They was found dead, murdered,

over on Free Hollow road.

- Murdered? - Yep.

And you know Mrs. Evans, the lady who always comes in here

for the clove cigarettes?

- Yeah.

- Killed herself.

- And old man Bob came through here earlier

and said that the sheriff and Detective Wesson

was on their way to Ant's house.

- Ant, for what, what did he do?

- He didn't do nothing, he's dead, somebody killed him.

(glass tapping)

- Damn it!

Stop it, I need some time to fucking think okay.

I can't...

I can't process all this shit.

- Sorry.

You sure you don't know how you got all bloody?

- Really.

What the hell's that supposed to mean, hmm?

- Hey, I'm just telling you what's done happened

since you've been sleeping off your drunk.

Look at you man.

Here comes Deputy Tombs, probably here

to ask some questions.

- No, no, no, no, I er...

You er, you tell him I'm sick and I can't talk.

If he asks I don't know any answers,

so I can't talk to him okay, you hear?

(camera clicking)

(bell tinkling)

- Detective Wesson. - Sheriff.

- Sheriff, listen, it's been crazy here at the station.

I've been getting call after call about missing people.

They've gone missing in the night.

- Say again deputy.

- I said we've been getting reports all night long,

and they've been calling.

I've probably got 20 calls already.

Not to mention the cats and dogs.

- Copy that deputy.

What the hell's going on?

Deputy Tombs, we've got madness going on.

Deputy Hill needs you at the station.

- Copy that, I'm on my way.

You boys heard the news about what's going on round here?

- Yes sir, we sure have.

What's gonna happen now deputy?

- Well Fiddler, whole lot of craziness that's what.

I don't wanna stir up and cause a panic,

we may have ourselves a genuine serial killer on the loose.

- Damn, that's scary.

That stuff just don't happen in Woods Creek.

- No it sure don't.

You boys didn't happen to see two out of town girls

come through here yesterday?

- Well we...

- We didn't see nobody deputy.

We er, we would remember two out of town girls,

wouldn't we Fiddler?

In fact, we er, didn't have much business at all yesterday.

- Well you boys make sure you close up

before dark now, if you hear or see anything

out the ordinary you just call the station.

Especially that drifter, you see him,

you call the sheriff directly.

- Sure thing deputy.

We'll er, we'll do just that.

- [Fiddler] What'd you do that for Jesco?

- Because we don't need to be getting

mixed up in all this mess Fiddler.

I don't want no part of it, none.

So you shut your fucking mouth.

(school bell ringing)

- Clear the hallway.

Clear the hallway.

Chop chop.

No cluttering in the hallway.

- I'm so sick of hearing her mouth every day,

she's such a bitch.

- I wish somebody would chop, chop her head off.

- Yeah, well with our luck her head

would still be alive, and her mouth still shouting.

- Disgusting little maggots of society.

And to think, one day they're gonna be in charge.

(car horn honking)

(tense suspenseful music)

- The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures,

he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He resoreth my soul, he leadeth me in the paths

of the righteous for his namesake.

Yay, thou I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death I will fear no evil,

for thou aren't with me,

thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

- I thought I told you to get yourself some rest.

- You, it's you?

You're the sickness that burdens me.

You're the, the plague that has darkened this town.

Leave at once and never return.

- Oh but father, I have returned.

- Take your wicked ways and be gone.

If it's war you want, it's war you'll get.

You will not poison this town or it's people, ever again.

- Now father, you know who I am.

You know why I'm here, and if you know that,

then you should know that these people belong to me.

See, we're going on a little field trip.

- They don't, they don't belong to you.

I will show them the light.

(laughs)

- Good luck with that padre.

And hey,

may the best man win.

(car engine revving)

(knocking on door)

(banging on door)

- Come in.

Jesco.

- Detective.

- Get the door.

Have a seat.

- Thank you.

- So...

What can I do for you?

I don't mean to be rude but as you can see

I've really got a lot ahead of me

so let's cut to the chase.

- Oh I like that, cut to the chase.

Mr. Detective, all business, no pleasure.

Good for you.

Oops.

You know, you go on and take that stick out of your arse

you might find you walk better.

- What's on your mind?

You got information for me, or you gonna whistle Dixie?

I don't have time for redneck games.

(suspenseful music)

- Redneck.

Redneck!

Boy I will gut you like a deer so fast

your fucking head'll spin.

- Did you just threaten a police officer?

Are you itching to go back to jail

because we could damn sure arrange that.

- You know, I was gonna give you some information

but now, now I'm not so sure you tight arse

mother fucking suit.

- You aint acting right Jesco.

You act like you've lost your fucking mind.

- Yeah well, I aint been feeling myself lately.

- Well join the crowd.

- You know, I read this old newspaper yesterday,

about them murders and such back in the 60's.

I've been spooked ever since.

And Fiddler,

Fiddler aint been acting right.

I think he might have--

- Killed Ant.

- What?

Fiddler, are you sure about this?

That some pretty serious accusations

you're making against your best friend.

- Yeah well Jesco aint been acting right.

I think he's coming up gloob,

I might have to tell the sheriff.

- Well you know he was in here the other night

and he was all drunk, and ranting and raving

and carrying on, but do you really think

he's capable of murder?

- I think anybody's capable of anything

these past few days.

I got a bad feeling Bobbie Joe.

- No way, this shit happened 50 years ago.

Holy shit, (laughs).

There's a story here.

There's a massive story here.

- Howdy, detective.

- Well it's funny running into you like this.

You're wanted for questioning.

- Questioning, why have I done something wrong?

- I didn't say that.

But you are a stranger in this town.

And strange things have been happening,

we just wanna ask you a few questions.

So what's your story?

- Story?

I have lots of stories detective.

By the way, love your name Smith Wesson,

it's erm, kind of like the...

(laughs)

- How did you get that scar?

(pensive piano music)

- It was years ago.

A prostitute in Whitechapel.

Yes, yes I remember.

- It's a dangerous life when you bring hookers into it.

- That it is detective.

I've been paying for my sins every day since.

- So what are you doing in this town?

- Business.

- Business?

- Uh-huh.

- Really? - Really.

- So how about you come down to the station with me?

Let me ask you a few questions,

maybe show you some photographs.

- Oh look, your friends are here.

- [Woman] Do it, you know you wanna do it.

(groans)

Kill yourself.

Kill yourself already.

Like father, like son.

(gun firing) (groans)

(sighs)

- Here's to retirement.

(knocking on door)

There's never a moments peace around this damn place.

Who's there?

You damn kids better stop fucking around out there.

I'll suspend every one of you fuckers.

(dramatic music)

(girls screaming)

(clapping) - Bravo.

I couldn't have done it better myself.

(laughs)

Relax, don't be scared, come on, take a seat.

Come on, I won't bite ya.

Well, I might.

Nah, I'm just fucking with ya, sit down.

Smoke?

Oh right you can't, 'cause you don't have a hole.

You know you can take the mask off

if you really want a smoke.

It's all right, I know who you are.

- [Killer] I never smoke.

It's bad for your health.

(laughs)

- You're all right kid.

- [Killer] I'm going to hell right?

I mean,

I've done some things.

- Well, it is kind of a package deal, sorry,

tough break.

- [Killer] I'm sorry to ask you but,

I mean, are you him?

- No, I'm not.

- [Killer] It felt so right.

(cries)

- Yes you have, you see, you have will, unlike most.

- [Killer] I don't understand.

- You see, people that don't have will,

well they're easy to manipulate.

You know I can pretty much get 'em to do

whatever I damn well wish.

But people that do have will,

such as yourself, well, they're able to choose

their own path.

- [Killer] So I've done good?

- Friend, you've done great.

(laughs)

- What you staring at deputy?

- Something I wanna chew on.

- What?

- I'm sorry Bobbie Joe, I don't know why I said that.

- Detective Wesson, I don't mean to overstep my bounds but--

- Then don't.

Hit me again.

- Oh I'll hit ya all right,

I'll hit ya upside the head with this bottle.

Pour your own damn shots, I'm done.

- Hey Fiddler.

- Yeah detective.

- Have you killed anybody lately?

- What, me?

No sir, I aint killed nobody.

I aint the killing kind, no way.

- That's good enough for me Fiddler.

- Detective, I need to speak with you.

- Evening Father Folci, what's on your mind?

Drink?

- Are you intoxicated my son?

- Yes I am father.

I'm a drunk, and a no good sinner.

- See that's just it, sin, this entire town

is full of it, and because of that,

the darkness that once burdened us has returned.

- The darkness?

- 50 years ago a curse fell upon this town,

just like what's going on now.

There was murder, and missing people,

and suicides.

- Go on.

- A drifter came into this town, maybe you've seen him.

I believe he has brought evil with him.

- I seen him, I spoke to him today.

He just appeared out of nowhere and then,

disappeared.

It was the strangest thing.

And that old paper, the newspaper.

- The paper?

- Evidently that paper has made its way around town.

Everybody has seen it, not just me.

- It's a warning.

Yes, this is a warning and we did not heed it.

It's so clear now.

We ignored this, where we should have learned from it.

- What are you saying father?

- I'm saying that the darkness that plagued us

50 years ago has come to back to claim us.

We are all doomed, this town is in danger,

it's the drifter, don't trust him,

don't speak to him.

If you wish to be saved, come to the sanctuary.

He can't get you there, and heed my words,

those who ignore history are doomed to repeat it.

(coughing)

(laughs)

- Chew on that you darling pig.

As for you...

- Put down the knife Bobbie Joe or I'll shoot.

- I'm gonna kill you dead!

(gun firing)

(tense suspenseful music)

- Sheriff that was Wesson.

Bobbie Joe just poisoned Deputy Hill at the bar.

He, he had to shoot her.

- Yeah I just heard, that was Fiddler calling.

He thinks that Jesco might have killed Ant,

claims he's got evidence.

Okay, I'm gonna ride out to Jesco's place,

but I need you to call the FBI Tombs,

we're in trouble, and we need some help.

♪ 'twas a dancer and a prancer ♪

♪ And a pretty lady of mine ♪

♪ You stole my heart ♪

♪ And she took every dime ♪

- Who's there?

Who is that?

(gagging)

- You see what you made me do.

Hmm?

I've told you time and time again woman,

when I get home I expect dinner on the God damn table.

You stupid woman.

All that I asked you for was some supper and sex,

supper and sex, is that so god damn hard huh?

Is that too much to ask?

Huh?

Oh you better answer me when I'm talking to you.

Hmm.

Answer me.

- Jesco! (gun firing)

(coughs)

- Didn't anyone ever teach how to knock there,

hmm sheriff.

- Jesco!

It don't have to be like this.

- Sure it does.

(gun firing)

(suspenseful music)

- It's the witching hour.

I haven't been feeling quite like myself.

(laughs)

I just killed a woman.

But she was a murderer.

Does that make it right?

That damned reporter, she's under my skin

like a flesh eating disease.

(laughs)

But the priest says that the town,

the town is evil.

I don't know.

I don't know anything.

Especially reality.

Damn you, you coward!

(screams)

(sobs)

(gentle music)

- You came back.

- I said I would.

- I've waited so long, so many years.

I've done horrible things, all so you would come back to me.

- It's all right now.

I'm here.

Are you ready Lucy?

You're playing our song.

May I have this dance?

(suspenseful eerie music)

- Man, shit's getting real deep around here.

Jesco, you in there?

(breathing heavily)

- Head inside.

Come on head inside.

- Father, I got the spooks bad.

Don't let it get me.

- It's all right Dale, you did the right thing

by coming, head inside, nothing can get you in here.

- I just wish momma could be here.

- We'll see if we can find her, you head inside

and be careful now.

- All right.

- What you looking at hmm?

You, piece of shit!

Come on, come and get me.

(dramatic music)

I am the devil.

What you doing on my property asshole?

And er, just what do you think you're gonna be doing

there with that pitchfork, hmm?

- I'm not gonna lie to you Jes,

I'm gonna stab you in the stomach.

Pinning you to that tree.

(laughs)

- You must got shit for brains hmm.

You brought a pitchfork, I got a gun, do the math.

- You like that, you're gonna love this.

(Jesco groans)

(Jesco screams)

- Fuck you, fuck!

- Detective you startled me, what are you doing here?

What do you want?

As you can see I'm busy.

- Busy working on that deadline.

- Yes, I'm working on a new headline,

and I'm trying to beat the deadline.

Now if you'll excuse me I'm rather busy.

Excuse me detective, are you deaf?

I said I'm busy.

(eerie screeching music)

- Here's your headline bitch.

(laughs)

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell tinkling)

- Fiddler!

Jesco?

You boys in here?

- Please mister, don't kill me.

I didn't do nothing honest, I'm not that guy.

Please.

(laughs)

Please mister, don't do it, don't kill me,

I didn't do anything I promise.

I'm not a bad guy.

(laughs)

Please!

(laughs)

- Drop the ax, now!

(gun firing)

- We don't have time for that,

we've gotta get to the church.

Untie me, that's the only place that we'll be safe.

Come on deputy, we've gotta go.

- Well go ahead detective, make daddy proud.

- Shut up!

- Like father like son, right Smith.

Oh come on, you know you wanna do it.

Hell why not, go for it I say.

I mean what have you really got to lose?

Your life.

(Smith whimpers)

Freeze.

- Get out

of my head!

- I can't.

Unless you pull that trigger.

There's only one way out.

- I'm not a coward.

- Ah, Smithy.

Smithy.

Yes you are.

- I'm not a coward!

I'm not my father.

(gun firing)

- Welcome to the club detective.

Now let's finish this.

(car engine revving)

(siren wailing)

(dramatic music)

(laughs) (screams)

(dog barking)

- They're all dead father, it's a ghost town.

- It's all right, get inside now.

- Have you seen the sheriff or Detective Wesson?

- No I'm afraid not, head inside.

- You're not looking so well father.

- Be gone from here.

- Looks like the storm hit.

- I said, be gone from here, you will not darken

this town any longer.

- You have some things that belong to me padre.

And I want 'em.

- Nothing here belongs to you, this is a house of God.

You shall not have them, you will not have them.

- All right then, how's your will father?

(sizzling)

Shit.

- My will is strong, my faith even stronger.

- Maybe I didn't make myself clear.

Let me in.

- In the name of God, I cast you from this town.

In God's name I cast you from this town.

- All right.

I know when I'm not welcome.

I was just passing through.

Maybe I'll catch you in about 50 years.

If you're still around.

(laughs)

(smooth harmonica music)

(dramatic music)

(upbeat electronic music)

Ah buck up little trooper.

Would you like to stop and get some ice cream,

maybe, yeah?

Okay, we'll get some ice cream.

But you've gotta eat it kinda quick,

'cause where we're going, it's gonna melt fast.

(laughs)

- Oh sorry man.

- That's quite all right.

It's not the end of the world.

Yet.

Looks like a storm's coming, you better get inside.

Oh, one more thing.

You're gonna be needing that.

(dramatic rock music)

♪ Now just you think ♪

♪ You're safest here ♪

♪ All alone inside your room ♪

♪ Staring through your window ♪

♪ He's coming after you ♪

♪ You wanna fear, there in the shadows ♪

♪ A dirty job to do ♪

♪ Get you back, 'cause he's not you ♪

♪ See them shining ♪

♪ Close your eyes next to the night ♪

♪ See him smiling ♪

♪ Goes into your last fight ♪

♪ Malakai is laughing ♪

♪ He's laughing at you ♪

♪ Malakai is laughing ♪

♪ His last laugh will be on you ♪

♪ Archers will rise to meet him ♪

♪ Twisting word for his greed ♪

♪ Like a handful of children, ♪

♪ One night Sunday morning ♪

♪ The preacher cast his spell ♪

♪ Prayed with the taste of genocide ♪

♪ And nothing else aint good ♪

♪ See them shining ♪

♪ Those little eyes in the night ♪

♪ See him smiling ♪

♪ You wait till he's out of sight ♪

♪ Malakai is laughing ♪

♪ He's laughing at you ♪

♪ Malakai is laughing ♪

♪ His last laugh will be on you ♪

♪ Malakai is laughing ♪

♪ He's laughing at you ♪

♪ Malakai is laughing ♪

♪ His last laugh will be on ♪

(laughs)