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Hello?

Anyone here?

Casey.

I was actually trying not to frighten you.

Believe it or not, sorry.

It's okay.

- You must be... - Lisa.

Oh, I was expecting to meet the manager, Rachel?

You only meet Rachel if you're being hired or fired,

and she's pretty trigger-happy at the moment.

So if she does pop in,

try not to fall asleep while you're on shift or anything.

I think I'll be all right.

I'm assuming Rachel's filled you in

with all the details regarding the exhibits?

Yeah, she has, yeah.

Okay, so this is the war exhibit, obviously.

Lovecraft is on your left,

and the toy exhibit is down the hall.

Thanks, I'll take a look.

Is it just us here today, or...?

Yeah. From tomorrow you'll mostly be working alone.

I'm usually in here a couple of days a week.

And is it always this...

Quiet?

Yeah, that's a Monday morning for you.

It does tend to pick up, but some days you'll only have

these mannequins for company.

Well, they seem friendly.

Well, the job's simple enough.

Just greet the visitors, smile.

Answer any questions they might have.

And if you're lucky, you won't be asked

to clear out the storeroom by the end of the day.

Like I have.

- Clear it out? - Yep.

I'm gonna donate the bad stuff,

throw away the terrible stuff.

We can't put it all out on display,

there's not enough room, so...

Over the years, whatever doesn't make the cut

gets dumped in here.

Where did it all come from?

House clearances mostly.

To be honest, I don't know what half of it is.

You have an original James Harling.

You have any idea how rare this is?

You into books, then?

Yeah, books, antiques.

I was a curator back in the US.

I loved it.

Why'd you move over here?

Well, you have everything over here.

Rich history, amazing architecture.

But most of all, England is a change of scenery.

A fresh start.

Well, if you fancy lending a hand,

we might find a few more diamonds in the rough.

Hey, look at this.

This is incredible.

Open it up.

It's locked.

Do you think it needs a key, or something?

No, I don't think so.

What do you think it is?

A music box?

Maybe it's a Jack in the box.

No there's no, um... handle.

It's a combination.

I don't know.

It's a Jack in the box.

But the question is, is it gonna work?

I don't know.

Come on, yes or no.

I hope not.

That is creepy.

No, it's not.

This is supposed to be a toy.

Would you let your kids play with it?

It has to be out there on display.

I'm gonna give David a ring, he's our expert.

He'll be able to tell if this is the real deal or not.

Hi David, it's Lisa from Hawthorne Museum, how are you?

Yeah, good.

Listen, we've got a piece that we'd love for you

to come and take a look at.

Are you available today?

He's free to pop in tomorrow, I won't be here.

Are you up to it?

Yeah, I'd love to.

Yeah, that sounds great.

Listen, I'm not gonna be around.

We have someone new.

You take downstairs, I'll take upstairs.

Meet down here in 10 minutes, all right?

Look at the state of you.

You gotta come see this thing!

Just take it, hurry up!

God, you are ugly.

Look at your nose.

You're coming with me.

Three minutes, then we're out of here!

Come on, let's go!

Thank you.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Thought this place might remind you of home.

What do you think?

Well, ask me again once I've tried the food.

Okay, so the pancakes here are to die for.

Trust me.

This is probably the closest I'll ever get

to a real American diner.

I've got this crazy phobia of flying.

Okay guys, what're we having?

Uh, I guess the pancakes then, please.

Make that two, please.

Good choice.

Thank you.

See?

Oh come on.

Well, she says that to everybody.

No, it's 'cause she knows they're good.

Pancakes, good choice, huh?

Waffles, wonderful decision.

Just a glass of water for me today, please.

Oh, good selection.

Gotta watch that calorie count.

You said more in the last five seconds

than you said the whole day put together.

Just had a lot on my mind lately.

Everything all right?

I haven't had a full night's sleep for six months.

It's taking its toll.

So, tell me about yourself.

Not much to tell.

Well, that can't be true.

I'm a Hawthorne girl, born and raised.

And that's it?

There's more to you than just where you're from.

Ask me a question.

Okay, well what's your plan?

Plan?

Yeah, you know, like career plan, life plan.

Where do you imagine yourself, five year's time.

Here.

Really?

Yeah, why not?

This is all I know, I'll be here.

What about career?

You're not getting the message are you?

I'm happy.

Surely you don't plan on staying at the museum?

Why not?

It's a one minute walk from my house.

15 second run if I'm late.

But you've shown no real interest.

You have no knowledge of the exhibits.

It doesn't seem like your heart is exactly in it.

Look, I wanna travel the world.

And grow my knowledge of this industry.

I just wondered what your future...

I don't know.

If you really wanna go there, I hate antiques,

I hate history, I hate my other part-time jobs.

I'm just there for the money.

Nothing else really matters right now.

I didn't mean to upset you.

There's no five year plan, Casey.

Not even a plan for what tomorrow might bring.

My mom's sick.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I lie awake every night,

terrified that the phone's gonna ring,

and it's gonna be someone telling me that she's gone.

I know how you feel.

Thank you.

This looks incredible.

Told ya.

Casey, my phone is about to die.

Please, please come and pick me up.

I'm alone and someone is following me.

I'm so scared.

There's a guy behind me.

I think he's got a knife.

Oh God Casey, please pick up.

Please pick up.

God, do you know what time it is?

It's my day off, Casey.

Yeah, I think there may have been a break-in last night.

Seriously?

Well, the door is open, and there's stuff everywhere.

Oh God.

Is anything missing?

Nothing I can see from the great hall.

But, how do I check the CCTV footage?

You can't.

Why not?

Because Rachel was too cheap to get it fixed.

God, I told her this would happen, she never listens.

You must be David.

I'll call again later, okay?

Okay, all right, bye.

All right, bye.

Thanks for coming in.

My pleasure.

This way.

It's an incredible piece.

Have you ever come across one of these before?

No, unless you're including my grandson's toy box.

There's no questioning its authenticity,

it's quality.

The condition of the brass and its design

suggests that it was built in the mid to late Victorian era.

I didn't know they Jack in boxes back then.

Well, the origins of the Jack in the box

have been argued over for centuries.

Some people say they were simply toys

that gained popularity in the late 1800s.

Others suggest they served a far darker purpose

many years before that.

What do you mean by "darker purpose?"

There's evidence that suggests that Jack in the boxes

were originally built in France to contain evil entities.

They had a different name for them.

Demon en boite.

Demon in a box.

Moving ever so clearly away the facts and into legends here,

look, these boxes were meant to look harmless.

Enticing, even, to open.

They were spread across

Northern France in reaction to a satanic panic.

It was thought to be an act of revenge

from the murdered hundreds

found guilty of practicing the dark arts.

Once these boxes were opened,

the demon within would be

unleashed on all those around it.

How?

I specialize in antiques, not fantasy.

The real question, Casey...

is what the hell were they drinking

when they came up with this stuff?

Do you know anyone that would have

more information about the demon?

I'm sure our visitors will be as curious

as I am about the mythology.

Maurice, something or other, I forget.

He's about the only well-known figure over here

in the field of demonology.

If you can call it a field.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Late night?

I'm sorry.

Can you tell me where the war exhibit is, please?

Do you want me to show you?

Oh no, it's fine.

Just point me in the right direction.

Go through this door, up the stairs, and turn right.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

The lights have gone off.

I'm getting a bit claustrophobic in here.

Hello?

Anyone in here?

Two more can't hurt, can it?

Can you tell me where the war exhibit is, please?

Do you want me to show you?

No, it's fine, just point me in the right direction.

Name, Jackestemarra, Jack.

Type, demonic clown.

Height, six to to seven feet tall.

Ah, profile.

A Jack is summoned through the act of opening the box

in which it is contained.

It is believed Jacks adopt the appearance of clowns

to toy with our deepest fears.

Goals, to feast on the remains of six human victims.

Only when a Jack claims his six victims

will it once again be trapped within the box.

Casey.

Yeah.

I'm Rachel, the manager.

We spoke on the phone.

It's great to finally meet you.

Likewise.

Well, how're you finding it down here so far?

Can't complain.

This place is a history geek's dream.

That's good to hear.

Can you please make sure the building is locked

before you go home at night.

Yeah, I didn't leave it open the other night.

I'm sure someone must have broken in.

There's nothing missing, Casey.

Yeah, fair enough, yeah.

I just popped by to collect some papers, so I'll be off.

Nice meeting you.

Nice meeting you.

One last thing.

Would you please put that on display today?

There's a space cleared for it, ready,

in the toy exhibit.

Sure.

It's a great find.

Hey guys, just to let you know it's five o'clock,

and we're about to close, okay?

Have a good weekend.

You too.

Who would let their child anywhere near you?

Ha!

You'll have to be quicker than that.

Help!

I need you to call me back,

it's urgent.

Casey my phone is about to die.

Please, please come and pick me up.

I'm alone and someone is following me.

I'm so scared.

There's a guy behind me.

He's got a knife.

Oh God, Casey, please pick up.

Please pick up.

Casey, Casey!

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to listen.

It's fine.

I hardly heard anything.

Don't worry about it.

I shouldn't have played it here.

Was that your girlfriend?

Fiance.

Didn't know you were engaged.

I was, until I received that call

in the middle of the night.

I feel so guilty.

Why?

She called me when she was in trouble.

I was in bed and I...

...ignored the call.

Now I have a voicemail that'll haunt me

for the rest of my life.

I could have helped her.

We're closed.

Come back in half an hour.

Morning.

I'm DCI Martin.

I'm investigating a missing person report.

Who's missing?

Mandy Hinchley.

I believe she does the cleaning here.

Yeah.

Well, Mandy hasn't been seen for over 48 hours.

When did you last see her?

Well, I didn't see Mandy for a week at least,

but I'm only here a couple of days.

I saw her last thing on Friday.

I closed that evening.

Can I come in and ask you some questions?

Sure.

Thanks very much for taking the time out to talk to me.

I'm sure you can understand the seriousness of this inquiry.

Mandy Hinchley is the fourth person to go missing

in Hawthorne this week.

So let's start with the last time you saw her, okay?

Now when you left the building on Friday,

was she alone?

Yeah, as far as I'm aware.

You're not sure?

We have very few visitors in the winter.

I always check the building and make sure

it's empty before I leave.

So it's possible she wasn't alone.

Yeah, it's possible.

So how would you describe Mandy's demeanor

the last time you saw her?

She seemed normal, happy.

I don't know her all too well, but you know.

Nothing stood out as unusual.

Has there been any conflict between staff members?

No, no.

Anything that happened out of the ordinary, perhaps?

Mister Reynolds, is there something you wanna tell me?

Look, if I'm being totally honest.

That afternoon I encountered something...

...weird.

What happened?

Can you break it down for me?

I was here alone all day, bar a handful of visitors.

I was in the room across the hall, and I saw...

What did you see?

Nothing, I'm rambling.

This news has hit me really hard.

I'm sorry I can't be more of a help.

It's fine.

Maybe you better take some time off, you know?

Clear your head.

Yeah, I'll have a word with my boss.

Okay.

I just need the CCTV footage for review, please?

Yeah, there is no CCTV here.

But I saw two cameras in the main hall.

Yeah, the system went down long before I started here.

You'll have to take that up with Rachel.

Rachel Thompson, she's the manager here, not me.

Okay.

Well, that's my direct line.

You can think of anything else regarding Mandy Hinchley,

give me a call, yeah?

Will do.

Thanks.

Before you go.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

Forgive me if I sound a little crazy.

Do you believe in the supernatural?

Paranormal, that type of thing?

Why do you ask?

Have you ever had a case where you suspected

there was something, you know, supernatural involved?

Just out of curiosity.

Well, now, the interrogation room is a funny old place.

Murder suspects have told me insane, crazy tales.

All about witches and demons.

But the funny thing is, they all have one thing in common.

These suspects, well, they always

portray themselves as victims.

Now, I learned very early on that

the crazier these tales are,

well, the more the suspect's trying to

bury the truth in the sand.

If someone disappears off the face of the earth,

there's always a logical explanation.

There's always someone behind it.

All right.

Thanks for your time.

Please leave your message

after the tone.

Hi, my name is Casey Reynolds.

I'm hoping to talk to Maurice Ainsworth.

I'm part of the team at the Hawthorne Museum.

I believe we've been donated something... unusual,

and I think only someone with your expertise

will be able to tell is what it is we have on our hands.

If you could call me back as soon as possible,

I would really, really appreciate it.

Hello.

Andy, it's Casey.

Long time, how's things?

Yeah, I've been better.

Look, can I ask you a favor?

Yeah, sure.

What's the bare minimum you need

to track down someone's address?

Well, a full name and a phone number

should just be enough.

I'm trying to locate Maurice Ainsworth. It's a UK number.

01574-482-453.

If you can do it by this time tomorrow,

I'll pay you double.

Yeah, yeah, that's fine.

I'll have it by then.

Thank you.

Okay, bye.

Come on, come on.

Maybe we should take you to the hospital.

I'm not going anywhere until you've seen this.

Just watch.

- Dammit. - Casey.

No, you need to see this.

- Come on. - Can we just relax?

No!

Jesus Casey, what is going on with you?

What if Mandy never left the museum Friday night?

What if something happened to her here?

What, you think she was murdered?

I can't get what the expert, David, said out of my head.

The box, it's not what we thought it was.

He said it was built to contain a demon.

And by opening the box, I let it out.

Oh Jesus Christ.

This video would have proven it.

But it hasn't.

But there's nothing there.

All I can see is a Jack in the box behind some glass.

I saw it with my own two eyes.

- It came out of the box. - You saw it.

Yeah, look what it did to me.

You know that's not possible, don't you?

I saw it, you have to listen to me.

I think your insomnia is playing tricks with your mind.

No.

- It's not. - You sure?

Are you sure?

Mandy told me that she was going through some stuff,

like relationship stuff.

She said she wanted to run away and leave it all behind.

She'll come to her senses, she'll come home.

I'm fine here for the rest of the day.

You go home and get some sleep.

No.

11 Dunan Close.

Norman Cleaver.

Woman, 46, missing.

Mister Cleaver?

Mister Cleaver, I need to talk to you.

I didn't kill her, all right?

I know you didn't.

Go away.

I can't leave without talking to you.

Get off my property.

You've got it all wrong.

I'm fed up with this, I'm calling the police.

My name is Casey, Casey...

I have the box.

Mister Cleaver, I am not here to accuse you of anything.

What did you say?

I have the Jack in the box.

You've seen the clown, haven't you?

Yeah.

Will you help me?

I doubted my own sanity for many years.

I questioned myself more than every policeman

and psychiatrist put together.

But as much as they tried to convince me otherwise,

I always remembered what took my Belle away.

It was the clown, killed my wife.

Not me.

Would you tell me what happened?

Oh, all right.

I used to go metal detecting in the fields.

I thought I'd struck gold when I found that thing.

My wife and I believed it was

a simple Jack in the box, nothing more.

She was fascinated by it.

I went upstairs and somewhere later,

I realized that she hadn't followed me.

Then I saw...

...it drag her corpse to the box.

I told the police my story, they didn't believe me.

Of course they didn't.

In the eyes of the police, and the whole town,

I wasn't the victim.

I was the prime suspect with a story

that just didn't make sense.

My lawyers convinced me that, in a bid to reduce my sentence,

I should plead guilty to manslaughter.

Plead guilty to killing my wife.

When you're facing a life sentence,

10 years for manslaughter seems like the only option.

It almost killed me.

I believe it's killed others too, but they won't listen.

No, they won't, until it's too late.

How do I stop it from killing again?

I've spent the last 15 years

wondering if there was something I could have done.

I don't think you can.

I've got to find a way to end this.

No, you can't end this Casey.

The damage is already done.

In time, the police will trace the disappearances

back to you and your little friends at the museum.

Take it from me.

If the clown doesn't kill you,

the people of Hawthorne may end up

believing that you are the monster.

Get out of here.

Get as far away from Hawthorne as you possibly can.

Save yourself.

You're going to do it again, aren't you?

You're going to leave them to die,

just like you left me.

They won't listen.

They don't take me seriously.

Why should I go back there?

I don't owe them anything.

Fine, run.

But how are you going to live with yourself?

With the guilt.

They don't believe you, but that doesn't mean

you should give up on them.

I've done everything I can.

Not everything.

If you don't find a way to stop Jack, who will?

If someone has to die, let it be me.

Why won't you kill me?

It's come to my attention

that you're having some problems, Casey.

Nothing I can't handle.

Lisa tells me that you have

some sort of concern about this box.

You think it carries some sort of curse.

I don't expect you to believe me.

I wonder why.

We have to find a way to destroy it, Rachel.

Since I opened it, it has killed four people,

It will kill two more.

- Casey. - I'm not lying.

Enough.

Look, Mandy's disappearance has been tough on everyone.

We can't just let our imaginations run away with us.

You have no idea what you're dealing with here.

Right, it's over.

I'm terminating your probation period.

I can't just walk away.

You're done.

I'll never forgive myself if something...

I'm not giving you the choice.

Go home, Casey.

You didn't have to be so brutal on him.

Casey!

What?

I didn't mean for you to lose your job.

I was worried about you.

She had to know about this, I just didn't think.

No, you didn't.

Look, just get away from the box.

Get as far away from here as you can.

I can't.

Trust me.

Please, tell me you believe me.

Take care of yourself.

- Wait. - I'm sorry.

I'm gonna find a way to end this.

Hey, have you found Maurice's house?

His place is called Hill Farm.

Yes?

Maurice Ainsworth?

Who's asking?

I'm Casey, Casey Reynolds.

I've been trying to reach you.

Did I not return your call?

No, you didn't.

Oh, I didn't think so.

But you thought you could turn up here unannounced,

and I'd invite you in for tea in biscuits?

I wouldn't be here if I had any other choice.

You have half an hour, not a second more.

I'm all out of biscuits though, I'm afraid.

So you want to know what you're dealing with?

Yeah, I opened the...

Yes, yes, I heard all your messages.

But you haven't come all this way

just to find out what it is.

You want to know how to kill it.

Jacks are relentless.

But as with all of nature's creations, they are mortal.

Are you ready for your lunch?

Yeah, sure.

See you later.

Luckily for you, by granting it access to our world

by opening the box, you have unwittingly entered

into a deal with the demon.

A deal?

Although it may threaten you,

and do all it can to make you run away in fear,

it can't kill you.

But I can see in your eyes,

you're not just worried about yourself, are you?

You brought it into our world,

meaning only you have the power to send it back.

You have to trap Jack inside the box.

How?

You must perform a ritual.

Ah! Here it is.

Once a Jack's heart is weakened by the end of a blade,

only the spoken word will send it back

to the shadows where it was made.

What do I have to say?

Thank you.

Oh, and Casey, be careful.

You have to get it right.

It would only take something as small as

a piece of its clothing, a severed claw.

Anything left outside of the box

while performing the ritual, and it won't work.

If you leave anything behind,

Jack will come back for his chosen victims.

Good luck young man.

So what do you want me to do now?

Rachel?

I'll be off now then, Rachel.

I need police.

I need police at the Hawthorn museum now.

No!

No!

Come on, open!

Come on, please!

No!

Hello?

Lisa.

Lisa?

Back in your box.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

It's over.

It's over, Lisa.

Police!

She needs an ambulance.

No, no, no, no, no, wait.

I didn't hurt her!

I saved her!

I'm innocent!

We need an ambulance.

Hawthorne Museum, as soon as possible, please.

Thank you for coming, Lisa.

I didn't think you would.

I need to prove Casey's innocence.

They won't listen to my stories.

They'll never entertain theories of demons and curses.

I can't see this ending well for him.

Hawthorne is scared, terrified.

They've lost neighbors, loved ones, friends.

Someone, flesh and blood, must be held accountable.

Then why am I here?

Do you know where the box is?

Yeah.

If you really want to help Casey,

be the one that finishes what he started.

Be the one that ends Jack's curse forever.

How?

There's only one way.

The box cannot be destroyed.

Each life Jack takes keeps him alive

for another three years.

To truly kill him, you have to...

Stop the box from being opened again.

As Jack has already killed five times,

the box remain unopened for 15 years.

You must ensure no one else finds it.

You're gonna be honest with me this time, Casey.

I've told you what happened.

I've told you everything.

I'm still not buying it.

It's the truth.

You wanna know what I think?

I think you'll plead insanity.

Ten years in the nut house doesn't seem

that bad right now, does it?

Why don't you make yourself comfortable,

'cause you're gonna be here a long, long time.

I'll ask you again.

Did you kill your boss, Rachel?

No.

Maybe this will refresh your memory.

Now, you took a young woman's life away that day.

Rachel wasn't the only easy target, was she?

No.

You went after Lisa too, didn't you?

And you thought you'd get away with it...

...didn't you?

Didn't you?

Be careful, you have to get it right.

It would only take something as small

as a piece of it's clothing, a severed claw.

Anything left outside of the box

while performing the ritual, and it won't work.

If you leave anything behind,

Jack will come back for his chosen victims.

Oh my god, Lisa!

It's gonna come back for her!

Did you kill Rachel?

You have to listen to me.

Answer the question!

You have to believe me, it didn't work!

Take him away.

We have to help her!

We have to help her!

We have to help her!

You've got to believe me!